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Don't touch the walls

Submitted:Jun 25, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Running through halls,

So clean and see thorugh,

Leaving a bloody trail as footsteps trail behind.

First, the noise of feet,

Then the image of her black heels clacking against the glass.

Her eyes are gleaming the same color of her trailings.

Don't stop her,

She's got the dripping knife in her smiling teeth.

Her white dress is stained with a tainted smell,

A small pocket knife is hidden in her stocking,

Don't sneak up on her.

She's beheaded half of the ward,

She touched the glass adn then it broke,

They're all after her.

With needles and guns,

Knives and poisons.

She hides in my room,

Breaks the glass,

Shoves the knives in my hands,

Switches clothes with me,

Just like we planned.

As I leave, she whispers softly to me,

"We may have switched bodies, but you're still a nobody."


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