November, Her name
Bleach blonde hair
Walking through college halls
Tripping on her new ruby heels
Chatting with her fellow students
Rumors flying among them
Fashion and Men
Always seem to be a common subject
One in particular for our golden haired maiden
November has a friend
A best friend
Mayflower
Mayflower has her eyes on November's boy
Wants him to
Badly
She flirts
He flirts back
She touches him lightly on the arm
Laughs at his jokes
She's seducing him
And it's working
"WHORE'!! Is yelled out in class
November isn't holding her emotions back
She's crying on her doorstep
She's making new kinds of rubies fall on her shoes
Her pain only grows by tenfold as the boy falls for it
Bit by bit
November wants vengeance now
Bloodshed
And she's going to damn well get it
And the sunset fades to night
And the only light
Is the glow of the new fallen snow
November sneaks out
She breaks the door of Mayflower's house in
6275 WestBurn St.
Lights are all off, Pitch black inside and out
She picks up a knife
Clutching it in her sweaty palms
Swinging the bedroom door open
Muffling the head
Four sharp stabs
Only one near the spine needed
But she must make sure
Numerous slices on the back
One after another
Then the lights arise
November turns around
And stares into Mayflower's desolate beady eyes
Wearing nightwear, Mayflower screams
November doesn't have to look upon the bed to know what she's done
She runs away
As anyone would
She's in severe shock
She stumbles out the door
And trips
The sirens blazen
As they arrive
They circle around November
They call in the report
Lying in the snow, A knife in her heart
A circle of blood
And a yellow haired girl
Who only wanted what she thought was love
