A shiver runs down my spine
the gravel grinds beneath my feet
I sit down on a gravestone
my heart beating really fast
My nerves are shot
but I dare not move.
At last I feel it,
a line of cold steel
against my warm skin
I feel her hot breath
in my neck as she whispers:
"You're a twisted little girl
for letting me do this."
I close my eyes and lie down
she runs her soft hands
through my moonlit hair
I gasp as I feel the knife
dig deep into my tender flesh
and I smile with satisfaction
as I watch the blood trickling down
and staining the grey stone.
Tell me what went through your head while you read it..
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