The Crime Scene Poem by Samanthia Moore

You and I
Lye in this blue room
Are we alive?
I can look into your eyes
your flesh cold as decembers long cold winters

they said we were high?
assuming you and i were just at the wrong place wrong time.
You and I
was it sucide
or a homocide
you and i
im still looking in your eyes

two souls....

flesh cold..


alone.

This is not death on its own.

the thiefs came in the night
with knives and red eyes.

i hope were not alive.

our souls are now frozen
Just two old bones

burried beneath the place
we once called home.