Blood on the floor,
Vivid images in my mind,
All that was lost,
Never to be found,
No sound,
Not even the pitter patter of footsteps.

A mystery never to be solved,
Just a blank image sprawled,
One image,
One body,
Not a real body?

The mess on the floor caused destruction,
Caused a fire within her mind,
The fog made its own image,
An appalling image,
An image of death.

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