drained

blood

stained

shadows.

echoes

of pleading

voices:

please please

no don't

stop.

twisted

into,

woven

around.

the walls

are bloody

too,

more so.

the shadows

are

abstract

the walls

are

concrete.

like

a masterpiece

painted

in

three

shades-

black,

white,

and

red.

so much

red.

too much

red.

the shadows

hold something,

a notion,

a truth.

this orchestrated

scene,

it's silent.

standing

in the middle,

she's there

wrapped in

the shadows,

like a coat on

a scorching day.

"i didn't do it"