Papers scattered on the lawn Weeds where there were none before The evening light is nearly gone Yellow tape across the door Broken china underfoot Makes an uninviting sound You see them everywhere you look Coffee table upside down
It was the last time that He damned her That she went looking For the hammer And with a fury seldom seen She hit him with the ballpeen
Blood in patterns on the wall Down the curtains to the floor You follow handprints down the hall Water drips behind the door
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