Unfinished Crime: Through a Victim’s Eye

dark poem the title says it all

Unfinished Crime: Through a Victim’s Eyes

Blood,
A crimson color that was splattered against the walls
Soaked into my clothes
My body shaking, shaking
The chattering of my teeth
An uncontrollable reflex
And no escape

Red chains that bound and squeezed my heart
Tears welling
Welling up
From the sorrow or is it the fear?

Foggy glass eyes staring back at me
Frozen in time
Still and unmoving

Am I next?