She looks at me
Her knife in grasp
Her breathing is a shallow rasp
"No!" I scream, but she won't hear
Her mind has given up to fear
The knife circles, round and round
My tears have already reached the ground
Suddenly, her hand stops
And in the next second, she begins to drop
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryApparently, I'm decent at poetry Don't expect a lot of great stuff, I kinda suck XD
