Turns

He could feel his breath bounce back from the door How many nights he had turned the handle The cool orange glow of their bedroom She always smiled at him when he came in the room But tonight his chest was ripping apart as he held the handle It had been all over tv 13 I remembered thinking hope they catch him Unlucky 13 Just the number scrawled in blood upon the bedroom He took too deep a breath Screaming inside please not her please She can’t be..my mind refusing to say the word The familiar click as I turned the handle I notice a trickle of blood from behind our door A gruff voice from downstairs Police call out The voice in my head don’t go in I had to know Her perfect arms and legs serrated from her body we’re placed in a pile Her torso up right placed on top Her head atop like some macabre pyramid Her dead doll eyes filled with terror looking at me Screaming where were you Why didn’t you save me My legs buckled Her cold blood seeping through the soft cotton of my trousers I heard a scream looking around the room for its source The shadowed mirror answering it is you