A heated argument

Takes a drastic turn 

As things fade into black,

And as the white comes back,

One regretfully stands out 

The barricaded door,

And with utmost concern

Knocks and knocks and knocks

Expecting some response;

 

On the other side of the door, 

Water splashes and rinses

Blood, a lot of blood,

And the dreadful flood

Seaps through the door gap.

 

With a stunned face he asks,

'Is it my doing? 

I promise I didn't mean to...'

She wipes her tears 

Clears her throat and 

Straightens her quivering voice,

'It's alright babe, 

It's just the make-up.'