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This is my place

This dark stain on the floorboards

Here I will remain


I cannot forget this stain

It bears the color of blood and misery

I see it still


I killed her on this very spot

The love of my life

I am killing her still


As I relive the past

I draw cold air into a thickened mist

A fog intense as her dying scream—


She screamed in vain

Her voice as sharp as a knife

She is screaming still


Her blood gathered at my feet

Pooling in the color of my shame

It is gathering still


I tried to run from my deed

But I could not escape myself

I am running still


So I took my own life

Here on this spot

At the dark stain on the floorboards


My body died here

But my soul is dying


copyright 2000, M. W. Anderson