Day 26 :


There were red petals on the snow
                          being crushed under my shoe
                                                      still fresh and smiling
Inside the cabin a musty smell
       mushrooms in caves
               waiting to be picked
                                                The sound of the cicada
                                                 was drowning my footsteps
             The petals were liquid now
              on the wooden floor
                                                    With so much blood
                                                     something must have been killed
The metallic taste lingered
                              on my tongue
                              and blood glistened red
I saw the body on the table
sliced and quartered
neatly piled in a row
                                                  I called 911

                                       © Lalarukh Lasharie


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