Blood... Gallons Of It

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Self explanitory..

Submitted: October 28, 2007

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She sits in the doorway,
Her face covered in crimson red liquid.
Black lines run down her face,
Tears decorate her skin.

Her arms are covered in black and blue,
The crimson red liquid runs everywhere.
Her white dress is no longer white,
But a black and red mess.

She looks lifeless,
Almost like the dead.
Her futures were perfect,
But now...
They are ruined.

She cannot feel pain anymore,
She cannot feel love.
All she can feel is hate.
Who would do such a thing?

She feels all the hate,
Hate of the man who did this...
She cannot contain these feelings.
She wants to murder him.

She gets up, 
Almost not able to move.
She walks back into the home,
The cursed place where he is at.
She walks into the kitchen,
Grabs the butchers knife...

She slowly walks upstairs,
Making sure she is quiet.
She sees him,
Sitting there motionless.

Slowly,
Silently,
She walks to him.
Making sure not to disturb him.

She holds the knife up and delivers the final blow.
Blood...
Gallons of it.


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