The sun glinted through cracks in the window, <br />The light caught the hard edge of the knife, <br />The waft of warm water and soft grey hair, <br />And then the acrid smell of blood, death and a broken heart.<br /><br />Nick Hilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-room-to-the-left-of-the-other/
