His first one was the one he saw
In his mind’s eye
Under darkness of night
Or before the moment
He picked the next item for his garden
The blood ran down her face
Like a river flowing out to sea
Rushing to join the other streams
In puddles of thick red darkness
The axe was stuck hard
In the back of her dainty skull
Holding her brain and veins apart
And straining itself to stay that way
His hands wriggled the handle
Now bloodied, soaked and slipping
Cracking bone as it came free
Splattering the ceiling with her life
For a moment she remained standing
Silently frozen in suspended animation
Then crumpled to the ground
His only regret remained
Not bearing witness to her confusion and terror
Her life escaping when she couldn’t escape him
From then on face to face
Was the only way it would be done