Crimson Passion

A Poem by Nicole

It's an epic poem in freestyle.

The rank smell of garbage

penetrates the air,

making her scrunch her nose

in distaste and disgust.

She makes her way

to the office building

she knows so well,

never looking away from that window

where inside a man sits,

unaware of the troubles,

to come.

She comes to a place

in the street

where no lights hits the pavement.

The sound of footsteps

hit the ground,

echoing in the eerie darkness.

She turns her head to see

if someone was following her.

There was nothing in sight,

making it all the more threatening.

Turning back to face the building

she gasps when she sees a man

suddenly in front of her,

holding a large knife towards her,

making her heart pound in her chest

and her breath catch in her lungs.

His face is concealed

by the dark night,

and so is hers,

unable to know each others

identity.

He jabs the knife

towards her,

telling her to walk slowly

into the alley.

The smell of trash

gets even stronger

as she passes a dumpster,

and she holds down the vomit

as a powerful wave of nausea

comes over her.

He tells her

to hand over all the money

she has.

She tosses her bag to him.

He pulls out all the money she has

and reddens with anger.

He curses at how little she has.

Before she knows it,

she’s on the ground,

in pain and the man

is running away,

leaving her alone

in the dingy, putrid alley.

Her heart hammers

in her chest

as she looks down

to the slash along her stomach.

Blood covers her hand,

stains her dress,

drains from her heart.

Her vision blurs and

she knows what she has to do.

She drags herself to the opening

with all her scarcely remaining strength.

Her side stings,

her head throbbing,

as crawls among the rotten food and paper

that covers the foul alley ground.

She collapses,

her head cracking with the impact,

right at the edge

of the dark alley.

She can see the building,

from her spot

lying and the ground,

she came to visit.

Her heart beats

a slower rhythm,

her eyes slide close

with relinquish,

blood pools around her in

a crimson passion.

She regrets

that he’ll never

know the truth.

He’ll never know

about his child.

The child

that never got a chance

to breathe a single breath,

see a single sight,

feel a loving touch

from a young mother.

The last breath she breathes

slips past her lips

like a tiny whisper of life,

unable to hold on any longer.

He thinks of her now,

wondering how she’s doing.

He hates ending their relationship

for her sake.

She could never know

who he really was,

living off the streets,

taking others money.

Tonight he wants

to give her the best,

but the woman has little money

and his anger rages.

He kills her

without a thought.

All he wants

is the best

for the woman he loves

and he has to find

a better way to obtain it.

He’ll go to her house

tonight and do

what ever it takes

to make her

come back to him,

even if it means

killing another woman

for her money.

A true crimson passion.

© 2010 Nicole

Author's Note

If you didn't get my hints, the girl is on her way to tell a man that she's pregnant with his child. But the man she loves kills her for her money without knowing it was her. He wanted the money to take care of her.

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alesuriko

That is a true example of irony with a creepy and disturbing, murderous twist. Really well written, great description. You used decay so well in this poem that you really felt like you were in the alleyway with the putrid garbage and the rank smell surrounding you and corroding your nostrils. The flow and the rhythm allowed the reader a smooth read and wonderful transition. I know these types of things are supposed to be sad but I'm still laughing over the irony of this piece. The guy got what he deserved in a way, if he was willing to kill others for the woman he loved, he should basically suffer and that's what he did. Sorry if I sound heartless.

Either way, your ending was great, the last line really summed everything up to a tee. Very creepy, intense, a great thriller poem with some ironic spice. Well done. (By the way, you should enter this poem in the new Irony contest).