fan with a blood-red edge

a crime story in poetry format, idea based off of a gaiaonline avatar i made. c:

there the woman stands
the hall soaked with blood and so are her hands
in sweet lolita, dark lolita, stained lolita dress.
pea green eyes and a gentle blush
she knows that her work will be rushed.
viewing the notes from behind big glasses
it's not long before they'll pass out from gasses.
hurry, quickly, she grabs for the masks.
but to her horror they're simply not there.
"the black folder!
we lack order!"
"what the hell's going on here?!"
the girl looks up,
she knows it's tough,
her eyes stinging and her lungs burning
she keeps her heart from yearning.
"n-nothing, officer. how'd i end up here?
i was merely on my way home, hear,
and then the world went---"
she stands up, flourishes her hand.
springing away from her fingers,
a fan with a blood-red edge
a fan with the razor's edge
a fan will a killing edge.
"dark."
she pulls out a phone, bought new today,
and types in the code she'd purchased from home.
running running burning burning the gasses hurt her head
as the girl, naught but twenty-four, went running 'cross the woods
the little room, the old room, the bloody room
simply went kaboom.

Author's Note

thanks for reading. c: