Jennifer McDonald


How Did This Happen?

He looks down at what he’s done,
The room is painted with splashes of red.
Sheets that were once white are now a luscious crimson.
How did this happen?
He digs deep into his mind trying
To remember, trying to reach out for his memory
But it eludes him.
He stands like a statue, starring at
His love, his life, his only.

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