Dead On Arrival.
Your crumbled body lies motionless at the foot of the stairs.
You look so pitiful.
All broken and scattered.
I didn't take much.
Just a small push,
That's all it took.
You fell so gracefully,
Like the beauty you are.
Or do I mean were?
Your body lies lifeless,
And still.
No pulse and no motion.
It was easy to do.
Yes, easy to plan.
She accidentally tripped.
That's what they would think.
For as far as they know,
You were dead on arrival.
