The KillA Poem by EmoVampyrePoetMy eyes adjust to the darkness, I arch my arrow, and pierce my prey. A yelp, and I know I've hit it. I lean in, and take out my knife to cut its heart out...to make; the kill. © 2012 EmoVampyrePoet |
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Added on May 7, 2012 Last Updated on May 7, 2012 AuthorEmoVampyrePoetCumberland Gap, TNAboutI'm a 13 year old girl who's in love with P. C. and Kristen Cast's book series House of Night. I wish to be a singer and a poet when I grow up, but since poets don't make money...I figured I might as .. more..Writing
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