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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I grind my teeth at the thought of her torn flesh The blood . . . the blood The life leaving her eyes And that look of pity on her face Erased from the world forever Stuck in my head I wait in the bushes Until the people finally leave Now my chance has come And I must take it while I can I pick the door lock and go into the house There she is sitting quietly on the chair I let the mood sink in Leaning against the wall I am satisfied with the fact that she is so content In a moment, I will be too Adrenaline rushing through my every being I lift the knife and walk forward from behind Never have I been so shaky With excitement—and power! When I am within two feet of her I lift the knife even higher And bring it down on her with much force With much force I feel the knife go through Stopping between collar bone She gasps and screams But I clamp my bloodied hand over her mouth I move in front of her and pull out the knife Blood gushing everywhere I stab her again Staring into her green eyes Wondering what she is thinking right then I stab again, this time deeper All the wrong lost in that stab I twist the blade inside Remembering the abandonment She struggles, screaming her muffled scream Kicking and flinging her arms helplessly By the fourth stab she is gasping on the floor Dragging her way to the door I let her crawl To hope . . . groaning desperately for relief Only to stop her To SHATTER her Dragging her back by her feet Blood and tears streak her eyes I lift the knife one last time Listen to her last raspy cry And drive it downwards As bliss and power smother me But then suddenly Everything goes black
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