Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Misshapen figures depict the scene of Mystery etched upon the wall In vibrant hues of crayon and sharpie. Carefully crafted by miniature Picasso's with crooked smiles and “wasn't me's.” While the colored hands of innocence proclaim the guilt of a mischievous three in reds, blues, greens, and golds— And the backward letters of signatures below a family portrait newly scrawled.
Copyright © 2021 By Keith E. Sparks Jr.
First Appeared in Impspired Magazine...
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