Crimson Stained Water

Crimson Stained Water

An eerie silence holds a firm grip over the household this morning.
It’s a silence that sends chills up and down your spinal cord, maybe a forewarning?
The sky outside is overcast, colored a dark gray.
Rain drops are falling steadily reminding you that last night you forgot to pray.

Your alarm loudly erupts blasting out our ear drums as you awake to discover you are overcome with a sense of doom.
You can’t shake the feeling as you get up to make a pot of coffee, but it must be nothing you assume.
The feeling of doom persists as you sit down to sip on your coffee and read the newspaper.
The thought goes through your head that you would be better off if you quiet your job as a nursing home administrator.
Something about that career just doesn’t fulfill you anymore.
It’s starting to become a real bore.
Maybe you will update your resume and begin searching for a new career,
after this horrible sense of doom currently plaguing you ceases and you no longer fear
what unspeakable tragedy might be waiting for you around the corner.
It’s a tragedy that has already happened and is visible in the form of crimson stained water
flowing out of the bathroom and underneath its door.
You can’t even begin to imagine the horrific scenario you are about to endure.

In the bathroom, the window blinds have been close to darken the room.
The lights are turned off the give off the illusion that this room is now a tomb.
The water of the bathtub has been turned on and left on as water overflows onto the floor.
Now escaping out of the bathroom and into the hallways from beneath the door, it dares whoever passes by the come in and explore.
A single candle has been lit and placed on the sink,
along with an empty glass stained with wine, the last drink.
A note has been placed next to the candle explaining the scene that has yet to be discovered.
It’s writing is precise and detailed; the authors thoughts were hardly cluttered.

As the minute’s pass, the water becomes even more crimson.
A razor blade lies underneath the water on the floor, now hidden from vision.
One arm hands over the side of the bathtub, the wrist sliced wide open.
The other arm is underneath the water in the bathtub soaking.
A body lies lifeless and gray, naked in the tub.
After this discovery, you might want to consider hitting up a pub.

The eyes of the body are still open but now lifeless.
You always thought his heart was filled with kindness,
His mouth rather quiet due to shyness,
maybe a little uneager to stand up for himself due to be spineless,
but overall was probably righteous.
Amazing you didn’t really know your very own son.
You though his life was just like yours, full of sunshine, but now he has cursed the light of your life with an eclipse of your sun.

You finish up your cup of coffee and newspaper read and decide it’s time to use the bathroom,
still not able to shake that overbearing sense of doom.
As you approach the bathroom, you notice crimson stained water leaking out from behind the door.
Your heart stops beating as you wish you could turn around and leave not wanting to know more.
Tears begin to fall from your eyes as fear overcomes you.
You know deep down that you are not ready to deal with what you are about to go through.

You approach the bathroom door and slowly open it to discover a horrific scene.
You’re struck with internal pain so great, it takes you back to the time when you were a teen,
and you lost your grandparents right in front of your eyes.
It’s a fact of life that everyone dies,
but not in this order.
Your son should not go before you due to a mental disorder.

You walk up to your son’s lifeless body lying in the bathtub and kneel down next to him.
Your hands run through his hair as you begin to sing a hymn.
It’s all you can do as your heart and soul shatter as you come to tears with this terrible loss.
You look up at the wall and stare at a cross.
You shake your head in disgust upset with the boss.
You’re angry with him and that is exactly how you want to come across.
What will you do now without your son?
Wherever you go from here, you know it won’t be fun.