Her fingers gripped the wooden handle

It’s silver edge glinting

Reflecting her unsmiling face

Her eyes held a hardness

After so many year’s

She could not expect anything else.

There was no sound

She listened to be sure.

She walked towards the window

The garden was in full bloom

And would this be her last sight of beauty?

The clock ticked

She stole a glance

Not much time left she realized

Her heart began to beat wildly

This would be her only chance to end

The life she was living.

She lifted the knife just as the door opened

Their eyes met

He rushed towards her

Too late, she plunged the knife in.









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