Blood & Water | Karishma V.M

As it seeps through the walls, 
across the floor and down the stairs,
there's a dead silence. 
It glides slowly through the open door, 
moving with a purpose. 
It touches first a shoe, but the leg 
is not attached to a body. 
It moves along the severed limb,
tenderly, like a lover's caress, 
tracing the shape of the object,
that was once part of a live subject. 
Then it stops short;
glides away from other objects 
strewn across the lawn.
And, it continues down the path 
spilling over the pavement, 
into the open mouth of the drain, where it shall rest.

The house, a lone figure, mourns the loss of a soul
that once brought life inside it
and made it a home.

For in the city of the dead,
who else will grieve the death of the living
but all those broken, crumbled buildings
that shed tears of red. 

Karishma V.M is presently working in a US Accounting firm. When she is not crunching numbers, she is devouring words. She loves reading crime fiction and writing poems about human nature. She resides in Mangaluru, a beautiful coastal city in Karnataka.