Crime Scene

There should have been a witnessing of violence,
Some friend who heard the wound in that one pause
To tune her ears to what he really was.
But there was nothing louder than the silence.

There should have been exposure - not the light
Outside, the turning of the corridor
To where there was no lock upon the door
And windows put the world in plainest sight.

Making his way toward the room, a galled
Manhood whined in his gut: a hideous guide
That led him with great swagger down the hall.

There should have been damnation. But inside
Only a woman to stain the bed with tears.

She'd seen no sense of No in seven years.

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