***

The sadistic smirk played on his lips,
He looked at the damage he had done.
The blood, it pooled around his shoes,
Not his blood but hers.
Not that he cared.
Not that he minded.

An unborn life had died that night.
Neither knew of the gift they had.
But was it a gift?
She never wanted one.
The gift of life is a gift none the less.
And he took that gift with the knife in his hand.
She didn't know.
But would she have wanted to?

He finds out the following day.
Shock takes over as his smile fades.
Maybe he shouldn't have changed.
But maybe she should've known.
Enough, enough.
Maybes wont change anything.

The smirk once lay,
Where now it is tears.
He played with her life.
And now she is gone.
There is no more.
For-nevermore.