Day 21: MOTORCYCLES ("The Clue") by Pauline Navarro

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Writing in my diary

Late hour of eleven

Peeking out my large window

A scene across the street

A black motorcycle parks

Man in leather suit

Opens the door, enters the house

Lights off and yellow eyes

Close my curtains

Put down my pen

A chilly feeling down my spine

Eyes closed by a dark lullaby

The sun and a new day

Blending rooster song and police siren

Yellow tape across the street

Tainted floors and walls

Red, only red

Murder

A black motorcycle parked

The clue

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