He knew that he was not the one

That dark and and dismal night

Who pulled the trigger of his gun

And ended someone’s life

The plan had gone awfully awry

He was the one they caught

No one there was meant to die

At least, that’s what he’d thought

But now he’s in a small white room

The detective is leaning in

And yelling things they must assume

Since they have the evidence

The detective gr...

Light poured in

shaping a path on the floor

that many have followed

to the ledge

of the window

My bare feet

padded on cold stone

down the light path

and stepped carefully

onto the open edge

Wind rippled my simple dress

white as lamb

white like snow

I shivered

down my spine

to my feet

they shifted

toes to heels

heels to toes

The bright view

concealed dark history

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