Air, Silent, Dead

Air, Silent, Dead

A Poem By Chris Richards

Door, closed.

Lights, off.

Woman, sleeping.

Curtain, moving.

Figure, watching.

Hands, shaking.

Moving, closer.

Blade, sharp.

Eyes, open.

Woman, screaming.

Rushing, forward.

Hands, raised.

Flesh, splitting.

Blood, spurting.

Slash. Slash.

Air, silent, dead.

The End

Copyright: Chris Richards 1997

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