From a distance I see a light
reflecting off the glass door of
my building. As I get closer, I
see that it is just a bike light
and become less curious. But
as I walk through the door, in
front of the rider I see the three
small kids spread out in the
front entrance in an unnatural
fashion. That’s when I look down,
see the thick red dots trailing to
or from the door. Blood.
I look back after I hear the door
reopen- another witness of wonder
or curiosity, of fear. I look at him
and then down at something that
catches my eye. Red blood smeared
along the bottom of the door. I am
afraid to see the news tomorrow morning.