A Letter to YouA Poem by CG
This one is pretty grotesque. If you can't tell, death is a very interesting topic to me.
I was murdered last night.
It all happened so fast.
I was laying in bed and I heard a loud crash
come from the living room. I walked out to see
what had happened, only to come face to face with
a man holding a large gun. I'm not an expert on guns,
but all I know is that it was large. He pointed it at me
and told me not to move. If I did, my head would be
blown off. I said okay. I gave him my money, my keys,
and my dignity. I cooperated with everything that he said,
but he must have been scared because he didn't seem to
He took me to the living room and he stood me against
a wall. The next thing I know, I heard an extremely loud
bang, followed by a piercing feeling in my chest. I think
the bullet struck my heart, but I can't be too sure. I collapsed
to the ground and I shook and screamed and yelled out of
both pain and anger. My blood was pouring out of my body
fast, falling everywhere, and soaking into my blue carpet. I
tried to keep it in, I tried to do whatever I could to stop it from
coming out, but it was useless. My blood continued to empty out.
I heard the man talk to himself. He seemed scared and he didn't
know what to do with my limp corpse. He walked into the kitchen
and back into the living room. I could see out of my eye that he had a
butcher knife. I couldn't speak, let alone move. I felt the knife
penetrate my flesh, feeling it rip and tear inside of me, feeling it
cut through my bone, as well. I felt him crushing what was left of
my body and smash my bones into tiny pieces. He proceeded to
stuff me into a small black trash bag. I'm not sure what happened
after that, but I was dragged pretty far, somewhere in the woods.
I'm not sure what time it is, but it's been a really long time since I
was murdered. I'm disgusted by the smell of my own blood. I'm
suffocating in this bag, drowning in my own blood, and I don't have
much time left.
I need help.
Please help me.
I need you.
© 2012 CG