A scream broke the secrecy of my evening.
My open window invited me to a spectacle of pain.
Mary runs out as a young fledge under the rhythmic rain, shattering into pieces.
Followed by a dripping stream of blood, Mary died, her eyes exposed the drama of the pain.
I have always questioned the existence of a higher power, crises like this remained unpunished, domestic violence often leads to an unfair death.
A scream broke the secrecy of my evening and darkened my heart forever.