#WritcoPoemChallenge
Dirty dishes in the sink,
Waited as a witness,
To the motionless body on the floor.
Visible only dark red ink,
Crawling like a Venom,
Headed to the small,wooden door.
Who took away this eyeball his,
Find out, shall we?
How could the detective miss,
to look around the fridge.
A message he would have found,
In inebriated condition written,
An albatross round his neck
with his beak he made the wound.