She was the last of them
The girl with the ribbon
Who was staring up at him
Like she's begging to live onHer eyes wide and innocent
Dilated with unshed tears
Begging him to halt
Oh, how powerful is her fearOne step of his
She returns threefold
When he grabbed her arm
She did her best to boltBut he was agile and strong
Where she was weak and slow
So she went on with her only plan
And let all of her tears flowHe dragged her to the sitting room
Where her dad and mom are sitting
He sat her in between them
Who lay there dead and unmovingWith wide, terrored eyes
She watched him pull the trigger
And slumped against her mother
While her blood started to sputter//The Last Victim
Eririn
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Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe
PoesiaYear 1 of Eririn's Poetry Diaries. A collection of fleeting thoughts about love and heartbreak. Eririn 2016