'Broken Beads' Poem by Linda Winchell

Lying on the floor scatterd about
broken beads of many colors.
Shattered glass in the sink
Broken by two angry lovers.

What was she thinking about?
In her two piece suit of white
Sculptured tan face and blonde hair
Getting ready to go out for the night.

The fight quickly ended as it had once began
With fighting and screaming
With a blood stained towel on the sand.

Two lovers embraced in only one of true love
Coved in their now silent beauty images
Left now only covered in blood.