Drip.. Drip..

by Someone special..   Apr 27, 2005


The red substance dripping to the ground

Drip
Drip

Her body hanging lifelessly with out a sound

Drip
Drip

The note pinned to her neat white dress

Drip
Drip

Her eyes are closed, she looks at rest

Drip
Drip

The door opens and somebody screams

Drip
Drip

Looks up at the girl, tries to cut the seams

Drip
Drip

Tries to tidy up the gash across the pale girls wrist

Drip
Drip

Then takes her down and hides her, no more risk

Drip
Drip

She is gone and forgotten in a locked dark place

Drip
Drip

All because she had a scar right across her face

The dripping has stopped now
The body dead and gone
The pool of blood on the floor
Would you think this was wrong?

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