Bloody Benevolence©

The drugs could no longer help her
Fight who she was.
The pain she held deep inside
Clawed for and escape.
She huddled in the corner
Of her dark bed.
She pushed everything away
Except her cold knife.
She traced the blade
With her cold wet hands.
Her phone rang once,
She knew who it was
And knew it was him.
The love of her life.
Again and again it rang
Till it rang no longer.
She knew he was coming.
She sliced deep
Into her ribs.
Her blood soaked
Her shorts and bra.
Above her breast she cut
And soaked her sheets.
She heard him
Running up her stairs.
Her door was locked
As he banged against it.
She stood up
And in her blood wrote
I love you . . .
The door flew open
And he ran in
As she wrote his name.
She fell backward
And he caught her and cried
And all he muttered was
Don’t die, don’t die
She lifted up to his face
And kissed him lovingly.
She fell back and said
I love you . . .
Before she died.

Categories: Dark at Heart©

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