Murder Scene

***WARNING: GORY HALLOWEEN POEM***

The detective enters the room

and instantly senses an aura of gloom.

Splashes of crimson red

across the room, it’s spread

all over the walls and floor.

He searches closer for more.

There is no body here,

yet the evidence is clear.

In the center of the room: a chair

He circles around it with a piercing stare

Coiled around it are heavy chains and handcuffs

Furrowing his eyebrows in disgust

Continuing to further explore

JUMPS when he hears a knock on the door

coming from the closet, he sees

doorknob is rattling, now he’s weak in the knees

“HELP!” a woman’s voice shrieks

The door swings wide open, and what does he see?

A skeleton hangs, flesh melted to the ground

A hand reaches and takes the detective down.