I take a pencil.
I jam it into my ear.
I'm tired of hearing you speak.
I'm tired of listening to you.
Tired of doing what you say.
Tired of you controlling me.
A sharp ring vibrates through my head.
Your eyes widen as a steady stream of red trickles down my neck.
It's warm.
Like the sun.
I pull the pencil out.
I hand it to you.
You stare at it.
For the first time,
You're speechless.
Your mouth is wide open.
Your head is empty.
Your eyes are wild.
I wipe the blood from my hands and walk out the door.
You don't move an inch.
I walk out to the street,
And can feel you staring at me from the window.
Cars zoom by,
Whipping my hair around violently.
I step forward,
And
You scream.
The bus hits me with so much force that I can feel all of my bones break.
My feet get snagged under the wheel,
And I get slammed against the concrete.
It takes a second for the bus driver to slam on the brakes.
By the time it's at a full stop I'm 10 feet behind it.
I can see you running out of the building.
It didn't have to end this way,
But it did.
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Target Audience
PoetryA book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.