Crazy 8

He was certifiably insane,
that man in the window.

Blood was everywhere,
and I mean everywhere.

The mood and the air,
they were heavy, so heavy.

Hardly anyone talked,
except for that man.

He had witnessed everything,
and had things to say.

So many things that happened
day after day at the slaughterhouse.


Prompt: Write a violent poem and/or peaceful poem
Image credit: Trapped by Aditya Doshi – Source

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