an attempt at poetry

chapter two: 'deadly hug'

Tragic it is to ache for someone's touch,

Breaking every built up wall with a clutch,

For she looked for a way to bury regrets,

Regardless of whether they would or wouldn't stay,

A pat on the back mocked the twitching of a knife,

The way she felt as every stray came back to life,

And as the final blow was hit,

She grinned and died from within.