Free Flow 25: Bones

Blood seeps from her wound, the end of her silent feud,

With each drop her body becomes colder, as death begins to smolder.

Covered in her own blood as her last breathes causes pain to her chest,

The answer to words her brain can no longer manifest.

She hadn’t thought it through, no, they never do,

One swift action, out of spite…

And now there lays the knife that has ended her life.

Still no one will ever know,

The price she paid for staying home alone.

Life will move on,

As though she is not gone.

When enough time has passed, then they’ll look back.

When they finally find her, still sitting alone,

All that will be left is her bones.

But sometimes she still breathes,

Within the summer breeze.(131 words)


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