38 Special

by DarleneBreitfeld   May 5, 2005


Pretending to love her for who she is, he will always get what he wants. Until the day she declined and said no. Because she wasn't feeling well.

He didn't care, brought tea, hugs and kisses. The sickness went on. He was hungrey like a vampire an hour before sunlight.

Slamming the door open running to her he saw the fright in her eyes, almost making him want to whale harder on her.

When he was finished she laid hopelessly naked on the bed bleeding. no energy to cry nor any to scream.

her pain so intense, she had no idea what to do.

reaching for her nightstand with all her might knowing she was going to die. she pulled out a 38 special locked and loaded, held it to her head.

right as she pulled the trigger...mommy was the last word she heard.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Wolfwood

    Not the greatest flow, but still a great poem, could you rate some of mine.

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