We become desensitized to the tragedy. Nothing shocks us anymore. We’ve grown used to the murders and attacks of terror. In fact, we expect madness to come in swarms of destruction.
There was a lot of blood.
To be fair, there’s always a lot of blood on the floor when the deed is done. Lately, there’s been more to go around…instead of a puddle here and there, it’s a pool everywhere.
A thick crimson lake glistens in the moonlight.