she sat on
the tear stained
sheets and punch
feeling fists in
the pillow, fuming
head burried in
bitter sorrow, gritting
teeths of exasperation
and listened closely
inside herself, that
heart's vigourous contraction
upon each pathetic
exploding popping detonating
bloody broken veins
as thoughts of
him her them
came flooding back
< her small frame convulse at the thought of losing everyone but anger swam back to her again at the thought of them wielding the knife first, was she really the one at fault...? >
