He Was To Late

by Kalita   Oct 21, 2006


She sits and cuts
he comes to her
he is too late
he waited too long
she continues to cut
she no longer wants him
he begs her to come back
she continues to cut
she ignores him
he yells
but she does not care
he pulls out a gun
he begs some more
she continues to cut
the gun goes off
there is a pool of blood upon the floor now

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