I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying to stay calm, Losing control It was me that would end up Dead. Because He was In front of me The whole time It was too late Trapped I found myself Locked in chains My fate was Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective. Backward: from the murderers perspective.
They say to avoid epithets when referring to a person in writing But you are all adjectives All honey-eyed, bright-smiled, lithe-bodied, deft-handed, warm-freckled, soft-haired, and most of all, much-loved.
Moon at your side Sun at your back the stars have already laid a path your reputation precedes you step into the shade of your presence and be present Now Now Now, is the moment of conception clarity is an all-encompassing sight be the landscape that is your greatness and let the light and the shadows fall where they may