Kiss of death: written at age 13

poem: about a young girl in the reepers grasp

                                        Kiss of Death
     
                              He flew up to my windowsill

                        he took my heart then stole my will

    he through me down upon my bed, tied my hands above my head

    he put his knife up to my mouth, grabbed my tongue and cut it out

Then with his knife he slit my wrists, then ever so gently gave me his kiss


                                                                          By, Denise L Holt, at age 13