Sharon's Wilting Rose

I run, ducking into alleyways,

Trying to hide from the man

I killed;

Fear’s grip grows strong

As it clenches my heart,

Panic weighing heavy

On my mind.

I duck behind the garbage,

Trying to evade that gentle

Voice;

He calls to me, begging me

To return home.

I dump the knife amidst the

Trash, trying to wipe the

Blood from my hands;

His pleas, echoing on the

Walls of the alleyway.

I cannot face my kill,

I cannot confront my design;

His calls tear at my soul,

And yet… I cannot accost

The Undying.