|Cold Heart (standard:poetry, 81 words)|
|Author: Julia McGinty||Added: Oct 04 2001||Views/Reads: 1869/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|MURDER... (been reading too many Patricia Cornwells)|
She looks peaceful, Is she sleeping? But she’s pale and cold Like the snow that surrounds her We are weeping The ambulance screams - Was that her last breath? Still cold and white She’s placed in the bag That certifies death Everyone’s asking, Was it in vain? Out in the snowstorm As raw as the heart Of the murderous Cain In the snow, where she once lay All that remains Is a pool of scarlet blood On this cold winter’s day. Tweet
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