• A light glistens off a sharp object,
    red splotches already littered the floor.
    Long jagged stripes of blood are aligned on a pale arm.
    Slowly, a drop of crimson rolls,
    off the arm and slowly to the ground.
    With slow movements, the razor is guided back,
    and a muffled sob is hear.
    Someone, face covered with black,
    held the slender hand with the deadly weapon.
    Slow precisions are made,
    as a tear clears an area of red.
    Soon, the hand that was directed,
    falls weak.
    The arm hung limp, as sirens are heard.
    The door busted open
    and all they saw,
    was a floor covered in red.