blather
night_voices
phil it's shameful how quiet you were

watching shadows hanging outside the curtains

as if you heard them speaking

you thought you saw someone stab through her viciously
smothering her face

you run to the backdoor in a flash of memorless speed
expecting to see blood covering the wall
covering her face
a choking victim, a bloodhound
glints of the neighbor's blue_house echo from the head high glass as you open the door
open as if not pushed

it's dark inside
the floor is vacant
the window blowing the curtains
followed by a hanging plant
slowly swinging
back and forth through your mind
the bathroom door stuck open
you see someone seen standing over the sink
running water over his hands

your footprints smeared indelibly into the room
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april n = inspiration. 040201