Fading Breath
She takes a breath, nice and slow.
Her hands shake when she glances at the cool hunk or sharp metal, resting in her palm.
It moves so its on her wrist, digging into her pail flesh, did she want this? Did she want to give up everything with a flick of the hunk of death-trap in between her trembling fingers?
A sob escapes her mouth, the man had robbed her, robbed her of all she was worth,
He had taken her family, money, virginity, why not her life too?
She glanced in the mirror of the gas station rest room she was in,
Her blond hair a mess, clothes all bloody from struggling with the man, before he raped her.
Maybe she was wrong, maybe she does have something to fight for,
She thinks of that boy at school,
The one that laughs at her jokes,
Cheers her up when she's sad,
Used to come over for play-dates when they were little,
The one who had come up and saved her from the man,
The one that she loved.
The door bursts open, the boy runs in,
shouts about the man behind him.
A loud bang and he falls face forward, a pool of blood around him.
The man is behind him, a gun in his hand, aimed toward his next victim, the girl.
Seeing the boy on the ground she cries out, collapsing next to him,
"Goodbye." The man says softly, pulling the trigger, ending the girls pain.
Boy and girl lay on the bathroom floor next to each other,
Girl holding boys hand when she had died, souls intertwined.
The girl was right,
Love was more powerful than death.
Her hands shake when she glances at the cool hunk or sharp metal, resting in her palm.
It moves so its on her wrist, digging into her pail flesh, did she want this? Did she want to give up everything with a flick of the hunk of death-trap in between her trembling fingers?
A sob escapes her mouth, the man had robbed her, robbed her of all she was worth,
He had taken her family, money, virginity, why not her life too?
She glanced in the mirror of the gas station rest room she was in,
Her blond hair a mess, clothes all bloody from struggling with the man, before he raped her.
Maybe she was wrong, maybe she does have something to fight for,
She thinks of that boy at school,
The one that laughs at her jokes,
Cheers her up when she's sad,
Used to come over for play-dates when they were little,
The one who had come up and saved her from the man,
The one that she loved.
The door bursts open, the boy runs in,
shouts about the man behind him.
A loud bang and he falls face forward, a pool of blood around him.
The man is behind him, a gun in his hand, aimed toward his next victim, the girl.
Seeing the boy on the ground she cries out, collapsing next to him,
"Goodbye." The man says softly, pulling the trigger, ending the girls pain.
Boy and girl lay on the bathroom floor next to each other,
Girl holding boys hand when she had died, souls intertwined.
The girl was right,
Love was more powerful than death.