Her face mellow
lips full and plump,
her eyes
framed thick with soot lashes
gaze distantly,
not even a flicker of understanding is seen
in those hazel rounds.
A soft arm
lays outstretched
her delicate fingertips not far from the door,
pretty white petticoat
all stained in red,
I wonder if she's dead?
Her crimson blood has made such a mess
all over the floor.
