Lover's Quarrel
Warning: Brutalization
The alarm clock rang
Through empty air
Blood splattered
Everywhere
The scene grotesque
Lying there
open on the floor
Frigid air
Flowed through the window
broken in shards
blood on jagged edges
A storm came through
not mother nature
no
it was something more fearsome
a person with a temper
not calculated
or cold
hot tempered anger
rage that's too bold
scattered guts on the walls
~
Just outside
A busy street
A cello played
with deep notes
A somber tune
~
Across the way
A neighbor sighed
As he looked up
he saw the signs
He turned around
and walked away
his head down
a friend in grave
~
An angry boss
an employee late
for days
no return
~
A wandering thought
A call from mom
no answer
my busy child
never any time
~
A walk down the block
A knock on the door
A hollow sound
an ear to wood
A ringing in the background
~
How long shall it wait
the corpse on the floor
Will anyone ever
open your door?
About the Creator
Tanya Lei
A poet, if nothing else.
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
From my mind, to yours.
https://www.instagram.com/soulpaintedart/
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Comments (4)
Whoa, this hits hard! I love the contrast between everyday life outside and the chaos inside is chilling. Your words make me want to tiptoe past that door very, very carefully. 💖
This piece feels like watching a tragedy unfold through shattered glass — vivid, fragmented, and eerily calm beneath the chaos. The rhythm of the lines almost mimics a heartbeat slowing down, fading with each stanza. I love how the outside world carries on — the cello, the sigh, the unanswered call — while inside, time has stopped. Hauntingly beautiful and deeply human.
I will happily ignore the subtitle, for a good friend. The blood on the rose — I will think of it as red paint, so I could get down to your awesome writing. 🌹Real blood and me aren't friends. The story began, with the alarm clock... Oh my. 🩸The rhymes were popping like champagne. Oooo I am starting to like this. It's like the camera panning. 🌹I especially like that when we got through the window, In the line after it, we are told about the broken shards. Scattered gu- 🤮 🩸There's even a cello playing. Very atmospheric. 👌🏾 Ooo the male witness... 🌹I like how the consequences of all this was being explored. 🩸 Damn, those last four lines were deep as heck. Then the question was directed at us, which I didn't see coming. Very chilling. Outstanding work, Tanya 🤗❤️🖤
You’ve distilled anger and apathy into chilling simplicity. Each stanza widens the emotional distance between the act and its witnesses, creating a layered sense of grief and detachment. Powerfully unsettling.