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.