A Mother's Deadly Love

Don't read if you are squeamish with anything to do with blood

Nearly all is silent in the house,
expect for the rain pounding at the windows,
and the wind howling like wolves
just beyond the safety of the walls.

Coats are thrown everywhere,
carelessly lying upon the ground.
Contrasting with the neatness around it.

Silence greets a family that doesn’t acknowledge.

Blood splatter covers the walls.
“What a brutal decoration.”

Traveling further and further into the home,
a stranger finds a child.
So innocent-faced, yet lying so still.
Pretty blue dress, stained with scarlet.

Looking up from the girl's body,
he finds the rest of the family.

The father is next, arms were thrown out
as to protect the little boy behind him.

Then the mother by herself.
Covered with blood,
where it seems like all of it isn’t hers.

Inside her clenched fist,
sits a knife still dripping with fresh blood.

“The murder weapon perhaps?”
The stranger thinks out loud to himself.
“What would cause such a lucky mother,
to such an extreme measurement of punishment?”