Death in the Darkness
By Morgan Griffin
Sitting in a corner, a little girl cries,
Torn in despair, from hideous lies.
Where is she to go from here?
When Death itself, sits oh so near.
Acts of violence leave here wounded,
And the sounds of the living murmured.
A cry of pain escapes her lips,
The knife wounds cross in shallow dips.
Her labored breathing slows,
To the surprise of her malicious foes.
The puddle of blood around her grows,
How much time does she have left? Nobody knows.
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