she ran
from non-existent footsteps
paranoia
kicking in
from a lack of meds.
a white
metal
locked
shack.
with the stench
of bodies.
a stuffy nose
at the worst time
promised her demise.
a peek
in the window
peaked
her curiosity.
with only a splash of red.
another window
left open
to air out the stench
led to
no-longer-virgin bodies
and she screamed
but not for very long
because the knife
peirced her neck
and the scream
turned into silence.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
she ran
from non-existent footsteps
paranoia
kicking in
from a lack of meds.
a white
metal
locked
shack.
with the stench
of bodies.
a stuffy nose
at the worst time
promised her demise.
a peek
in the window
peaked
her curiosity.
with only a splash of red.
another window
left open
to air out the stench
led to
no-longer-virgin bodies
and she screamed
but not for very long
because the knife
peirced her neck
and the scream
turned into silence.
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