I
The weather
chilled the atmosphere.
The coldness
ringing up her spine.
Then snowflakes
suddenly appeared,
As she walked the streets
way past nine.
II
She opened a hand
and looked up.
As white snow
landed on her palm.
Heard a pinch in her heart,
a cut,
And it roared louder
like a drum.
III
She wrapped her arms
on her shoulder,
Wind sounded
like an icy flute,
As the snow
rains heavy on her,
Her toes curled
inside her worn boots.
IV
She continued
to step further,
'Cause she knows
she needs to move on.
But looking back
made it harder,
Such feeling,
such phenomenon.
V
She rubbed her numb
and barren hands,
And breathe on them
two to three times.
But then
with just a single glance,
She dropped heartless
on the street aisle.
VI
Everyone jawed
and gathered round.
All hurried, fussed,
gossip and cried.
Lifeless her
was the talk of town,
"Young woman, dropped and died.",
Headlined.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoetryWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
