they spoke to me and reassured
that the house was made of wooden doors
i couldn't look as the body lay
face down in blood with hands and feet on floor
but her voice echoed like a melody
running through the corridor just before he left
how could i resist such an offer
which only required my arms and wrists in cleft?
there was more to separating sins
than a focused mind chained to a steady hand
she was the witch in it all
yet i was the fool to have supplied her demand


her words ran through my mind like a metaphor
as i walked to pull the curtains and close the door
there were eyes beside, inside and below
still all i recognized was the familiar sounding blow
the splatter of relief, the push of regret
the drenching touch of guilt set to infinite
my body turned to face a shadowed form of deceit
dimpled cheeks and glowing satisfaction head to feet
i'd done her work and paid the price for naivety
within a minute she ran from there to beyond infinity
all that was left to see was a man down on his knees
contemplating a clenching self-inflicted please


but who could hear through a room with sound-proofed walls?
Who would recognize a plea for mercy through a set of wooden doors?
And who besides myself saw sin dripping through the floors?