If Walls Could Talk

If Only Walls Could Talk.
They would tell a gruesome tale.
They might speak of that night,
oh so long ago.
She cried.
He laughed.
They might speak of his eyes.
Red and fearful.
Smiling as he undressed her.
They might speak of her screams.
She didn't know what he was doing.
But she didn't like it.
They might speak of the gleaming blade,
When he was done.
He backed her into a corner.
She couldn't run.
They might speak of the red splattered upon them.
Her sudden quiet.
His gleaming whites.
They might speak of his plead innocence.
His lies.
Her remembrance.
If Only Walls Could Talk.
They would tell a gruesome tale.