CRIME SCENE
The empty
Room
Speaks
Volumes.
An unmade
Bed
Startes
Gaping
At
Everything.
Pillows
Lay
Holding
Evidence
Of dreams!
There are
Toys
Strewn
About the floor.
They speak
In
Silent tones
Of what
Went on!
Photo frames
On
Paint peeling
Walls
Talk of
An Era
Gone by.
Sheets are
Spread
Half on the
Bed
And ground.
A clock
Counts
Time
Aloud.
It's all the
Scene
Of a
Crime
Not yet
Found out!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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