She lay on the cold floor from hitting each step on her way down. Blood covered her and a Band-Aid couldn't protect this blood from leaking. Each spill of it stained her carpet. Her walls where no longer white. Her body laid helpless. The floor washed over with red and bruises began to join the fiasco.
She laid with no hope, her breathe kept leaving her lips, and she grasped to remain controlled while her life slipped. She had never felt lead pierce within her skin to dine with her flesh and then leave to discover more of her body parts daring to leave her without her last breath. She never smelled the smell of the smoke from the rush of shots rushing to her body with no warning to stop and turn the other way. The gun, once pressed, had no apologies, did not stick around for empathy and didn't care who it effected once it left its chambers. She had visible holes that mysteriously didn't reveal that she wasn't whole and complete.
She laid believing that this is it so she had no need to scream to release a vibration for a cry for help. She probably would have cried out if the murderer would have given her a chance by leaving the door open for someone to pick up on the signal, no, she shut the door behind her, taking her time not to be afraid of what she had done. She had laid her burdens of weight upon her victim to walk away beaming in her victory with the opportunity to see the sun that reminded all that a new day had come.
She left her hopeless because the moon lit the sky but she laid by no window to receive its light to let her know that she can get back up again. She laid by the shut doors that she frequently knew. She laid with her own soul that wouldn't let her go and fear stood over ready to show its ugly face, but this time she dared not close her eyes, one more tear needed to escape, and when it did, she took her last breath and cried no more.
As she lay within her thoughts that looked like purgatory, she witnessed a small voice minister unto her and said, "One more push." She would not listen to the hypocrisy that came along after she had given her last wave of the white flag. She dared to argue, "Where were you before my eyes witnessed an unapologetic stranger with no reason why to take my life?" Where were you, huh," her anger still living with her mind serving her with doubt as the voice dared not give up on the child that He knew possessed a great future, "One more push." "I can't," she said as doubt held her hand and sadness laid over her body sinking into the open wounds. "You can and you will."
Her eyes immediately shot open and the light left in the room caught her eye and the cries where released out of her voice, and the strength that remained pressed her to press through as she scooted her body across the floor as she began to feel every pain her body offered and she saw her phone lay next to Vogue and with all her might she reached for her promised land, dialed a 9 then a 1, and another 1 to follow and as soon as she heard a voice she cried with a loud roar, "HELP!"
She laid with no hope, her breathe kept leaving her lips, and she grasped to remain controlled while her life slipped. She had never felt lead pierce within her skin to dine with her flesh and then leave to discover more of her body parts daring to leave her without her last breath. She never smelled the smell of the smoke from the rush of shots rushing to her body with no warning to stop and turn the other way. The gun, once pressed, had no apologies, did not stick around for empathy and didn't care who it effected once it left its chambers. She had visible holes that mysteriously didn't reveal that she wasn't whole and complete.
She laid believing that this is it so she had no need to scream to release a vibration for a cry for help. She probably would have cried out if the murderer would have given her a chance by leaving the door open for someone to pick up on the signal, no, she shut the door behind her, taking her time not to be afraid of what she had done. She had laid her burdens of weight upon her victim to walk away beaming in her victory with the opportunity to see the sun that reminded all that a new day had come.
She left her hopeless because the moon lit the sky but she laid by no window to receive its light to let her know that she can get back up again. She laid by the shut doors that she frequently knew. She laid with her own soul that wouldn't let her go and fear stood over ready to show its ugly face, but this time she dared not close her eyes, one more tear needed to escape, and when it did, she took her last breath and cried no more.
As she lay within her thoughts that looked like purgatory, she witnessed a small voice minister unto her and said, "One more push." She would not listen to the hypocrisy that came along after she had given her last wave of the white flag. She dared to argue, "Where were you before my eyes witnessed an unapologetic stranger with no reason why to take my life?" Where were you, huh," her anger still living with her mind serving her with doubt as the voice dared not give up on the child that He knew possessed a great future, "One more push." "I can't," she said as doubt held her hand and sadness laid over her body sinking into the open wounds. "You can and you will."
Her eyes immediately shot open and the light left in the room caught her eye and the cries where released out of her voice, and the strength that remained pressed her to press through as she scooted her body across the floor as she began to feel every pain her body offered and she saw her phone lay next to Vogue and with all her might she reached for her promised land, dialed a 9 then a 1, and another 1 to follow and as soon as she heard a voice she cried with a loud roar, "HELP!"
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