I hear the door open
I start cowering behind the couch
He slams the door
He grabs her by the hair
And he slings her across the room
She doesn't yell or call for help
She runs back to her desk to save her needle
He slaps it out of her hand
She now starts to scream
She finally hits back
I still cower behind the couch
After a few more minutes of yelling I hear a gun shot
I scream....He yanks the couch away
I see her body lying limply on the floor
I start to cry and I don't know why
He points the gun to me
I beg him to leave me alone
He doesn't hear
The smell of alcohol is on his breath
He pulls the triger
My spirit sores
Before I desend I see him put the gun to his head and pull the trigger.
A contest entry
- Fear by Passionate Singe.
600 points, ended April 7, 2007, 24 entries
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A riveting scene to be sure. Best of luck to you.
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Wow...This is one of those poems that is hard to swallow..But really really good just the same......Good luck in the contest..
Dusty -
Wow this is so sad and intense. Such an emotional write, so full of pain and anguish. Good luck in the contest
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