A mouse pricked it’s ears,
rustles along the bramble his warning,
darting uselessly towards safety,
having lived through it’s final morning,
the beast pounced,
killing it’s hopes and dreams with one swipe,
not able to let a final whisper,
his final small gripe,
he was knocked down,
then torn to pieces,
just like you did to Bernadette,
that one sad morning recess,
you went out of you way,
to destroy all of her ideas and hopes,
knocking them down one by one,
binding down her heart with these ropes,
she was broken and unable to bear your weight,
but you kept knocking her down,
until that last swipe at her heart,
scattering her perfect hair of brown,
she couldn’t handle your ways,
you had knocked her down so much,
she drowned in your gentle jibes,
unable to find herself a crutch.
