Psycho
we see
her feet
her robe
drops as
the sound
track sounds
more ominous
then what we are
seeing as she steps
into the bath
pulling the final
curtain that blurs
her nakedness
but now we are
clearly in the tub
with her
as her hair
falls down in
wetness as
we witness the
shadow of some
thing outside
what was her
private room
in the steam
the images start
to thicken as she then
pulls the curtain
aside and yells at
the string quartet as
their music
was beginning
to feel and fill the
screen
with morbid
tricords and
then suddenly the
cellist says we
should have
played at
the baby
shower
instead
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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