Unrevealed, Unravelled, Unclaimed

Hover

I reach out to touch my skin
Floating above this scene
All I want is to go back in
This display is so obscene
A pool of coagulated blood
My hair plastered to the ground
People crowding like a flood
A murderer nowhere to be found
Officers with pads and pens
Jotting down their latest find
How did it happen, where or when
If only they could replay or rewind
Yet I hover, looking down
My life suddenly gone away
I stare at my frown
On my face it will always stay