Guilt

Hier wieder einmal ein Text für euch aus meinem Projekt "Not a story not yet a poem"
Viel Spaß damit:

A streetlamp’s flickering light
Reflecting in deepred blood.
A million stars above,
Like diamonds in dark eyes.

Soft red lips.
Blood on her hands,
Blood on her clothes,
Blood in her face.

And for a moment,
Everything around’s
Suffocating in silence,
Cold as death.

Finally he asked her,
What she was doing here-
“Nothing”, she said.
Her lips moved slightly.

Where the blood,
All over her body,
Would come from-
“Don’t know”, she said.

Where she would come from –
“From there”, she said,
rising her hand,
pointing at somthing covered in night.

He nodded,
And turned around.
“Just wait, I’ll be back
in a second”, he said.

Suddenly, a smile
Turned up in her face.
And as he bent down-
“I guess you won’t”, she muttered.