At the Christmas Tree by I.E Morgan

I felt as sad as I could ever be
When I saw her dead at the Christmas tree.
He slit her throat and turned his eyes to me
When he killed her at the Christmas tree.
I ran upstairs as fast as I could
I heard his boots knocking on the hardwood
And calling out my name.
Terrifyingly, I turned the knob to my bedroom door
As my feet felt like cement blocks, so filled with horror
I locked the door.
Seeing the moonlit killing in my mind.
I felt as sad as I could ever be
As I gaped, seeing her blood... her blood fly across the Christmas tree.

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