Crimson Clothing
He was blind with madnessas he rushed back home to his wife
to ask for forgiveness again
after he had just murdered the life
of the woman who answered his call
the one in her black satin slip
the one who always performed
while wearing the red on her lips
Quiet now in his entry through the door
covered in the red blood of her death
he slowly mounted the stairs
careful not to take one loud breath
because he wasn't ready to face his wife
she would see the results of his deeds
ask too many questions again
and not listen to his promise and pleas.
As he showered, he thought of nothing
but how he was to cover his tracks.
Lies to tell to his wife and child
and how to get her to take him back.
The blood ran red then pink down the drain
out of the shower's porcelain stall.
but the clothes! what of his clothes!
"I'll have to burn them all!"
She heard each step he took into the house
quietly she opens the bathroom door
and sees the results of the carnage:
crimson covered clothing lying on the floor.
A scream of unbelievable shock
filled this house of doom
He bolted from the shower in panic
Then he slapped her across the room.
Again in a rage, he beat her unconscious
and left her there for dead.
In a rush, he ran for the door and then
he heard his child call, "Dad?"...
Kathy Lockhart
7/30/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2006-07-31 at 06:06
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