A Letter to You

This one is pretty grotesque. If you can't tell, death is a very interesting topic to me.

I was murdered last night.

It all happened so fast.

I was laying in bed and I heard a loud crash

come from the living room. I walked out to see

what had happened, only to come face to face with

a man holding a large gun. I'm not an expert on guns,

but all I know is that it was large. He pointed it at me

and told me not to move. If I did, my head would be

blown off. I said okay. I gave him my money, my keys,

and my dignity. I cooperated with everything that he said,

but he must have been scared because he didn't seem to

trust me.

He took me to the living room and he stood me against

a wall. The next thing I know, I heard an extremely loud

bang, followed by a piercing feeling in my chest. I think

the bullet struck my heart, but I can't be too sure. I collapsed

to the ground and I shook and screamed and yelled out of

both pain and anger. My blood was pouring out of my body

fast, falling everywhere, and soaking into my blue carpet. I

tried to keep it in, I tried to do whatever I could to stop it from

coming out, but it was useless. My blood continued to empty out.

I heard the man talk to himself. He seemed scared and he didn't

know what to do with my limp corpse. He walked into the kitchen

and back into the living room. I could see out of my eye that he had a

butcher knife. I couldn't speak, let alone move. I felt the knife

penetrate my flesh, feeling it rip and tear inside of me, feeling it

cut through my bone, as well. I felt him crushing what was left of

my body and smash my bones into tiny pieces. He proceeded to

stuff me into a small black trash bag. I'm not sure what happened

after that, but I was dragged pretty far, somewhere in the woods.

I'm not sure what time it is, but it's been a really long time since I 

was murdered. I'm disgusted by the smell of my own blood. I'm 

suffocating in this bag, drowning in my own blood, and I don't have 

much time left.

I need help.

Please help me.

I need you.

Reviews

[The Silent Butterfly]

Agreed, this one is pretty grotesque, very vivid. I liked it though. Those last three lines were a great way to end the poem.