Jayna Shin- Portfolio

I loved this red pen, I used it a lot
My homework always looked like it had been shot
One day at school did I see
That red pen ink all over me
It seeped into my skin and
Stained my hands within
I washed my hands but I couldn’t wash it out
So with red on my hands I went about
People stared and asked me why
I answered their queries all with a sigh
And when I went home I heard a shout
My mother came in, and saw me about
With red on my hands, and gore on the floor
My father on the ground, me at the door
She stared and asked me why
I didn’t answer, I started to cry
It wasn’t me, I tried to say,
But it was as if my voice had gone away
She raised a gun
Pointed right at me, then I was none
I lay on the floor, my body all red
I saw her sobbing, and then I was dead.