No Return

Moon shine
Footsteps
Silent, suburban street.

Two souls wander:
One gazes at a puddle;
One gazes at a knife.
His twisted reflection resembles his starving child.

Conflicting doubt;
A child’s cries echo through his mind.

One stops breathing;
Drowning in blood.
The dead do not need money.

Food on a table:
Cries to smiles;
Scraps to meals.
The bloodied mirror haunts his soul.