Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #45: You’re on death row for a crime you didn't commit. Write about it. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
She
I sat huddled against the stone.
My soul anxious and alone.
This is it, my choice was made.
To save her life, I must fade.
Into a darkness unknown to all.
Until Death sounds the call.
My arms ache with memory.
Of holding She in tragedy.
His blood spread from her to me.
She was rid of him finally.
Black and blue, he coloured She.
Painted darkness in her eyes.
Till She saw, through his guise.
When they came to take her.
My only friend, my little sister.
I took the knife and claimed the crime.
They then took all, not just time.
Tomorrow it will be just She.
Facing the world without me.
I drowned in these horrid thoughts.
Until I heard three loud knocks.
A voice sounded like a shot-
'She confessed to all her dirty deed,
so now, you are hereby freed.'
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