Cold Heart (standard:poetry, 81 words)
Author: Julia McGinty	Added: Oct 04 2001	Views/Reads: 3386/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
MURDER... (been reading too many Patricia Cornwells)

She looks peaceful, Is she sleeping? 

But she’s pale and cold 

Like the snow that surrounds her 

We are weeping 

The ambulance screams - Was that her last breath? 

Still cold and white 

She’s placed in the bag 

That certifies death 

Everyone’s asking, Was it in vain? 

Out in the snowstorm 

As raw as the heart 

Of the murderous Cain 

In the snow, where she once lay 

All that remains 

Is a pool of scarlet blood 

On this cold winter’s day.


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