Blood
POW POW POW
Screams from a voice
This voice sounds innocent
This voice sound fragile
A shot from a shadow
Which you can't seem to make
out
How the blood rush from her
back to her leg
As she tries to run
The she hears another sound
from the gun
Just in a nick of time she drops
to the ground
The laughter of the killer gets
louder and louder
She wants to believe its a
dream but the pain from her
back began to sink
She slowly tries to breathe and
capture a picture in her mind
from this creep
As she opens her eyes she sees
the man she loved was her killer
he was going to be the death of
her
I realize that girl with blood
dripping from her back is me
Copyright © Sherelle Smith | Year Posted 2014
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