Its too late

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5 words:
Screams, dark hallway, blood, pain, and knife

It's too late.

As I open my eyes.
I heard the sounds.
Of screams.
Of woman.
Of children
And men.
All in pain.

I jump off the cold bed.
Leaving bloody footprints on the floor.
I feel no pain as then I'm too scared.
I look down the dark hallway.
As I search for help.
I see a room with a dim light.
It's coming from the moon.
The girl could not seem to scream.
As she grabbed a bloody knife.
And she looked at me.

I whimper in fright.
Until the bloody masked man cut out my site.
As the blade ran through the night.

-Jessica Urban

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