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
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
I like this. It is dangerous when people pretend the hatchet is buried when it is not.
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Eek
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Powerful!
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Yes! Superb take on the prompt. A bit of mystery and a powerful message.
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