Come in, don’t you hesitate, push over the papers.
The room hasn’t changed since they moved in this April.
Her laptop’s slowly drowning in a red pool.
The dead plants break their necks, dissolving all proof.
Ignore the putrid smell, the windows won’t open.
He nailed them shut as he trapped her like a rodent.
The carpet’s still bruised from the many stab wounds,
And the walls bleed crimson, ready to be in the news.
Come in, don’t hesitate, step over her remains.
It’s been a few months but no one’s noticed a change.
She will slowly rot away until late September.
No one will remember ‘til they hear she’s been dismembered.
And the mail will pile up as the seasons keep changing,
The excuses in their minds will stop rearranging.
So they’ll have to come in and face the truth –
She was always right when she called him a brute.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 