HER BEAUTIFUL BEADS OF DEATH
BY SHAWNA BEACH
Tears stream down her face, as her heart is breaking, her heart is heavy as lead.
Desperately her cries for help, are swallowed by her sobs.
And the only thing that gleams is the blade, with delicate percision, the razor tears the milky skin.
A deadly bracelet of crimson beads are forming, the rush, making her light headed.
And she trembling which gives way to chills of excitement.
Another slash her high intensifies.
A suckulating and sicking feeling of happiness overcomes her.
All is forgotten except those beadas, Her Beautiful Beads of Death.
Yes, all is forgotten as she dies in my arms.
HER BEAUTIFUL BLOODY BEADS OF DEATH KILLED HER!
