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Knife

Drip...... Drip...... Drip...... Crimson liquid on the tile floor One hand dripping blood over the edge of the tub The other clutching a knife Te knife cloaked in red For the first and last time Shall that knife be used Covered in blod gripped in her hand Boom..... Boom..... Boom..... Her faint heart peat in her chest She smiles softly to herself Not feeling the pain inside anymore Knowing that her end is near Slowly the booming seccess There she lay cold nd dead With a smile on her face Her hand bleeding red The kife now in the tub Next to her cold dead body Drip..... Drip..... Drip..... Crimson liquid on the tile floor One hand dripping blood over the edge of the tub The other once clutched a knife Now lays lifeless beside her The knife used to end life Lay next to her Still covered red Silence Silence Silence There is no more dripping crimson red No more beating of her heart This is the end

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Date: 7/29/2009 11:35:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your splendid poetry with us today Megan. Love, Carol
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