A Lie
                    
  
                    Standing on her doorstep, an armed man with blood on his hands,  he whispers he needs a place to stay- he didn't do it, but the police are on their way. She looks out, looking for neighbors, when there are none, she pulls him in,  he flashes a smile, then slices a knife, he sees the red on white, staining her porcelain skin. Her eyes dull, dying as she does, floating above her are ghosts, she joins them, he runs out the d...