The red oozing liquid

that flows through your veins,

like tiny rivers

gliding underneath your skin

A girl goes home

in a raging fury.

She flies up to her room

and pulls open her dresser drawer

"No!" she cries out,

they had no right to do this,

everything missing,

all gone.

No utensils left

to relieve the pain from her soul

Sobbing, she flops down

onto her bed.

She slams her fist

down on the matress

and screams again.

An idea comes to mind.

She runs downstairs

and looks through the tool drawer.

Smiling, she finds what she was looking for.

She runs up to her room

and begins the pain-relieving action,

Not knowing that she will soon be dead.