The hatchet was buried
where no one would find it,
or so they thought.
It was a nasty surprise
to see it leaning on the barn door
smeared in fresh blood.
Too many things didn’t seem right,
each day throwing up a new surprise,
they dug deeper to bury more secrets.
©
Jacqueline
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by jacquelineobyikocha
A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.
View all posts by jacquelineobyikocha
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
I like this. It is dangerous when people pretend the hatchet is buried when it is not.
LikeLike
Eek
LikeLike
Powerful!
LikeLike
Yes! Superb take on the prompt. A bit of mystery and a powerful message.
LikeLike