In Pieces.

Red and blue colored the empty street,
As the men in blue entered apartment 403,
The smell of whiskey tainting their nose,
Hidden in a vase with one black rose --

The desolate suite grew quiet and cold,
As one man through a walkie-talkie was told,
To look in the bedroom and he will find,
The remainder of a love she left behind.

Black and white pictures scattered along the floor,
Smiling faces forced to watch such gore,
A trail of blood leading out the window,
Scattered between footprints encased in snow.

Inside a deserted car, there lay a woman,
Wondering where her boy has been,
And in pieces, she fell with grace,
With a hand print imprinted across her face.

And on a card between the roses thorns,
Was a tiny note from one wife terribly scorned,
But between the lines, scribbled in blue;
Were three little words -- 'I love you'.

- Jenna Elphick
April 9, 2007