“A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.” Joseph Stalin
The smell of blood fills the air
A scream sticks in her throat
Nothing coming out
Except for the red liquid spuing
from her lips.
Darkness falls
As she crumbles to the ground
Laying in a puddle
Soon.
A chuckle echoes throughout the room
Watching the pathetic creature
Gasp for breath
He smirks as she moves no more.
On a bed beside him lays a young boy
Slithering his way over
He brushes the blond bangs
Out of his pale face.
As though he was taking
A new born infant
The man gathers the nine-year old
Into his arms.
Sobs fill the quiet room
As the man cries for his son
He had killed his wife for the
Safety of his son.
But the woman had already
Gotten her claws into him
Just so she could have alone time
With him.
Gently
He lays his son back down in the
blooded bed and
Pulls the covers to his chest.
Taking the gun that lay adjacent
He placed it beside his head
Leaning forward he whispers into
the lifeless body
' I'm sorry'
And pulls the trigger.
When police found the bodies
It was such a tragic sight
On the floor lay the body of a
woman with her throat brutally cut
And on the bed the father with
the gun still in his hand and the
son bruised and beaten to death.
Not a soul was saved this night.
“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”- Mitch Albom