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Stories In Prose

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whiteisdead
Killjoy
whiteisdead
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 4
September 2nd, 2009 at 11:29am
My tries at making poems. Dark ones, especially.
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whiteisdead
Killjoy
whiteisdead
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 4
September 2nd, 2009 at 11:30am
The Letter

The silence grew
She didn't have to say it
He already knew
In a sudden burst of fury
he ripped it into two.

He spat, "I'll take the biggest piece
and burn it shades of black
There's no use feeling sorry now
you'll never have it back."

Without a glance
at her sullen face
he was gone
Without a trace.

She couldn't bear it
"I'm dead!" she cried
There were tears on her dress
The blood still not dry

She lay on the stone floor
her glassy eyes just stared
The men came to search
completely unprepared
for what was about to be unveiled

Her stone cold corpse
at their feet
Her whereabouts, finally revealed

"I think I feel a little ill."
Silently, they stared
at the bottle of cyanide
at the boxes of pills

They were too shocked to think
because clutched in her outstretched hand
the letter was bleeding yellow ink.
GotNoPulse
Killjoy
GotNoPulse
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 5
September 21st, 2009 at 08:04pm
OH MY FREAKIN GOSH!!! awsome