her footsteps echoed. shaking the foundations
of her crimson ballet shoes
She dug her heels in deeply, and gripped her nails tight
her palms becoming sweaty, but hanging onto her knife
the door creaked open slowly
her heart thumped in her ears
her veins pumped her bleeding around her arteries fast
As she threw that butcher knife
Threw it quicker then her last
It hit
And blood, kind of went everywhere
Back and forth. It even hit the walls
Splattered motionlessly.
Made a pretty picture.
One down. A few couple of hundred million to go.
She'll make them all pay.
She'll make them pay for her pain.
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