I called her. She didn't answer.
Something is wrong. I know it, I can feel it.
Her light is on; it is bright, very bright. I opened the door.
I feel a cold draft coming at me.
It feels like 10 degrees. I see her zoning out. She has a smile on her face. I wonder why. The window is wide open, there is snow on the ground. I saw terror in her eyes. I start to smell blood. Maybe I could have smelt blood when I came in to her room but was to distracted on looking for her.
I see the cats liking her wrist. I wonder why. I see blood on the floor, in a puddle next to her.
Am I too late? Will she survive? Why did she do this? I can’t think.
I was disturbed by the way she laugh and laugh at the pain. Evan though she is laughing, you could see the terror in her eyes.
Tyler Tillett
1/28/2009
Very nicely put and very creative. I wish you best of luck to continue writing poems like that. Good job.
I adore this one. It reminds me quite a lot of the girl I like. So much that it near made me cry, in fact. It is very good.
its really good, the tension of wanting to know what happens and how it ends, keeps your eyes moving down the screen. well done
I like the way you gradually increase the sense of drama and terror
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kinda reminds me of somethin i would write...good job man