everyone was there
mom, dad, emily, penny, aunt suzy
the crowd formed by the door
what’s so shocking?
blood.
blood . . .
everywhere.
splattered on the walls.
splattered on the floor.
patches.
pools of blood.
red, sticky substance that fills the cold air.
and
a rope.
-god-
he’s only a boy. he’s just a boy.
not even 10.
a kid.
drip
drip
drip
his clothes . . . drenched.
cuts.
paper cuts? NO!
giant cuts.
caused by a chainsaw?
i don’t know, don’t ask me.
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March 27, 2013 – Creative Writing Course; An Excerpt from my Poetry Portfolio
University of Iowa
Rebecca Uy
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