Life in Ten Lines

Oct 14

A very short rhyming poem about murder, “Life in Ten Lines” throws the reader into the victim’s perspective. Originally written in November of 2020.

Bring me to my knees, weapon all chrome.

My eyelashes drip with ruby red rain.

I feel only ice as bullets blow through my dome.

Almost a relief to be freed from this pain.

My body gets placed in a coffin of snow.

They bury me six feet under terrain.

Missing for years, I’ve been all alone.

A funeral was held, but nobody came.

Here I will stay, I will never see home.

Now my body is cold, and you won the game.

-Graphite Everything

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