Sorry

Unable to turn and run.
I stay there.
Lay there.
I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Splatters of blood.
Blind my eyes.
Shut my eyes.
Blood mixes with mud.

The knife quivers.
I shake.
Shaking.
I cry in rivers.

She is dead.
No more pain.
I'm in pain.
Her hair is stained red.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
My little girl.
Gone.
Cold.
Even as I hold her head.

Pink flowers stained red.
Close her eyes.