She was being eaten alive
By a black monster
That made each step she took heavier,
Every breath of conversation arduous.
The monster’s evil
Took grasp of
It maneuvered her
Like a helpless puppet on a string.
Seized it from the kitchen drawer by the sharp end.
She didn’t know what was happening
While the monster’s shadowy tentacles continued to work.
The clean blade turned towards her
Fragile chest and pointed itself towards
The black monster licked its
Hungry for blood.
At first, she didn’t feel anything.
As soon as it had arrived the monster was gone,
Satisfied with its meal,
And she left alone to face
Her miserable and extremely painful
She hadn’t meant for this to happen.
It was over before she could
Scream, kick, or cry
Like any other human being would.