Scarlett Prose (Part4)

Scarlett went to her closest friends house 
Though they were not there
She broke in anyway
She needed a safe place to rest, wash the blood from her hair

She showered and changed
And when she went to leave out the back
She found her friend slaughtered
And their possessions ransacked

She turned to go back inside
But there he was, number four
A big brutish thug
In the flannel shirt that he wore

She remembered him vividly
He's the one that buried her alive
With his arms like tree trunks
She wasn't sure she'd survive 

He quickly started choking her
She was desperately gasping for air
She was looking him in his eyes 
When the bullet left his hair

She wondered as she gathered herself 
Did he not know I had a gun?
She went to roll him over
But he seemed to weigh a ton

The tv was playing static
That's where she drew her rose
And decided no more rest
It's not a secret anymore, I'm coming and they know!

By LukeCoomer  ©