I heard her last night,
A gentle whisper.
I felt her presence,
Lay next to me.
I turned around,
She wasn't there.
But she was.
I couldn't see her.
I haven't since the day I killed her.
Oh, how I wish I'd burnt her.
Why did I have to bury her?
With her body half crumbling.
She's back for revenge.
She hid under my bed.
Quite fast her reflexes I must say,
For someone with,
Barely any nerves left.
I got up and off.
I'm very smart aren't I?
I can already hear,
My future self,
Screaming to me in pain.
Yet I continue my hunt.
I'm deaf aren't I?
All of a sudden,
I see a pair of eyes.
Staring dead at me.
I step back,
Once,
Twice,
And there wasn't just a thrice,
But a series of panicked thumps.
I ran.
Terrified of my encounter.
With what was a resurrect of my past.
I realised that,
She was just one fallout,
Of my many sinfully grim skirmishes.
Scared to even think,
Of the many more,
That may find the courage,
To take me to their world.
I resigned from my life.
I went to the river.
All ready to leave.
I lost my nerve.
I went to the roof.
All ready to fly.
I lost my nerve.
Finally.
I took my knife.
A weapon that took so many lives.
Ironically,
Was going to take it's dictator's.
I impaled myself,
In my stomach.
I pulled it out.
With it's serrated edge grabbing on.
I pushed it back in.
I did it twice more.
Until I felt no resistance.
As I lay there.
In a pool of my own blood.
She came over me.
And began to devour,
Her murderer's death.
As though just an appetizer,
For the meal waiting for her,
Right out the door.
~ CRosOver
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