I overheard in the library

A little bit of crying

She told of her loss

And how she felt like dying

Only six weeks along

Then taken all the same

She didn’t do anything

But felt totally to blame

Dismissed by her story

By the doctors and best friend

Saying she was just late

There was nothing there to end

She felt hopeless

And had no baby to hold

She’d been trying for a while

But may fear the thou...

Trapped in the woods by the evil masked man

Who holds an ax in the palm of his hand

He creeps on by as I sit in my cage

Can’t make a sound or he’ll show his true rage

His feet thud loudly as he slinks to his tent

As he starts to snore, it sounds heaven-sent

My heartbeat is rapid, I need to be quick

I can’t look now, I might be sick

I jimmy the lock just enough it falls down

I pray he’s still sleep...