murder

murder

she wakes me up some nights
her face never quite coherent
abstract eyes shocked and lips,
shaped in a scream

a mouth muted
paused in a vision

I piece it together
the jagged moments
voices infusing

into one
violent
encounter

encounter
is this the summation
of a life?

a bazaar of breaths
animated belligerent

whispers and screams

the room is a basilica
hollow and hallowed
empty

the sun pushes her way in
pulling darkness

he pushes his way in
pulling the trigger

this is how she wakes me
night after night

I saw the aftermath
I saw her blood on the floor

I saw her thoughts splattered on the floor

(c)Jennifer Janssen