Stick 62 - Blisfully Unaware

The Handful of Unaware...

A handful of fireflies
filled the humid summer night,
their bright light outshone the moon
ouside the window of that special room

A handful of moths
stalked the dark yellow quiet porch light
their delighted eyelash wings flirting
as they stopped to rest on the windowsill of that special room

A handful of centipedes
marched their way accross the wooden windowsill
their determined journey
led them to enter through the window of that special room

A handful of white small ants
playfully gathered around the sugarbowl
while they chatted blisfully unaware
of the mutilated female body on the bloody bedroom floor
of that special special darkened room