Bright red nails contrast
With the pale face that they clutch
Their nervous bitten state revealed.

Blood drips across the floor.

Trembling shoulders straighten
Stiffen as shock sets in -
Denial has no use here.

Spirit flown, only the shell remains.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Then fell, fell, fell below (was not pushed, no matter what anyone says),
And despite all their efforts,
It was all in vain; for all the kings horses
And all the king’s men

Couldn’t put Humpty together again

Only the stains of blood on the floor,
And the depressions of the bright red – blood red
Nails on skin
Are left to tell the sorry tale.