Lizzy Tomlinson

Rookie (Dundee, Scotland.)

Murder. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

Up the alley,
down the lane,
through the streets,
he follows Jane.
In the shadows,
of the dark,
he follows her
into the park.
Darker there,
he sees his chance.
But to make sure,
he gives a glance,
Right and left,
No. No~one there.
He knows there's little
time to spare.
Stepping softly,
lifts his knife.
Slits her throat,
he ends Jane's life.


Comments about Murder. by Lizzy Tomlinson

  • (5/2/2006 1:19:00 PM)


    Dark, cruel, and merciless. Strong, skilled piece of writing. Regards, Gina. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/2/2006 11:18:00 AM)


    Eww my...this one's a little darker than I'm used to...well written though!
    Hugs,
    Dee
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006



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