Bloody Petals

Just to let you all know, most of all the poems I write, tend to tell a story, as you can tell,.....I hope that is okay?,.....

Bloody Petals

Coming home
From a long days work
Opening the door
To find rose petals on the floor

Your trying to be romantic
Knowing they lead up stairs to the bedroom
So, I set my things to the side
Playing along with your little game
And walk each step up to the bedroom

Making it up the last step
Half way there
The rose petals
Start to be covered with blood

Now picking up speed
Running into the bedroom
Finding you there in a pool of blood
And I scream with fright and shock

Your throat was slit
By who? Who knows?
The window was wide open
And the curtains where blowing in the breeze

I fall to my knees
And put my hands over my face
As I start to cry

Starting to feel I can’t breath
Hyperventilating at the lost of breath
Lifting my head from my hands
With blood stained eyes

And without a sound
I was grabbed and pulled back
And with one slash
I was bleeding at the throat

I fell forward
Gasping for air
Blood gushing from my throat
Everything turning black

Feeling the pain you went through
From the murderer on the loose
Rose petals surrounding me
Floating in my pool of blood
In this “supposed” romantic night