Handbasket

[Todd]

Rev. #1 02-25-2013

Her heart pulsed with real, red blood.
Cradled in her arms
swaddled in a pink cotton blanket,
a gift.--much clearer, Mark. You may want to add a "then" before swaddled.

He pinched her on the ass and asked for a sandwich.

She was a breeze through an open door,
a cloud filled with wildflowers,
a mirror of her desires.--best part of the poem and much improved

He thinks she is silly, but says nothing.

Years later the announcer will step in front of the playback
to explain every gorey detail.--gory unless you mean the artist

Today giggles are louder than doubts.--less abstract ending is an improvement.

It's a step forward Mark. Good first edit.