StainedA Poem by L. CatherineMoonlight fills the garden area and each flower glistens unnaturally. She slips away into the darkness and leaves the carnage behind. She didn't want to do it, but she had no choice. The way he came at her with the butcher knife had been almost a dance fit for a ballet; every movement perfect without a single flaw. But, she had been quicker and beat her violator to the ground For her life was spared, he had killed before. Her golden curls shimmer in the light of the moon as she stares at him. Those lifeless eyes glisten just like the unnatural glistening of the flowers. Now with closer inspection, each white petal is stained a blood red. A malevolent hue permently stained. Each white rose is violated and tainted by the fresh, warm, blood. And as she walks away, only the darkness hears her sing, "I'm painting the roses red..."
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Added on March 30, 2011Last Updated on March 30, 2011 AuthorL. CatherineStorybrooke, MEAboutMy name is L. Catherine and I, like many of you out there, am a writer. My whole life I've grown up with a vivid imagination and seeing things differently than other people, always wishing and believi.. more..Writing
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