Virus

• Brooke Prentice, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

It struck like a lightening bolt.
Weaving through every defenceless part of my body,
Ripping the innocent life that lies within.
Gripping my skin, in pain I lay,
Like the sadness of darkness had bitterly, battered and bruised my insides.
The red, hot liquid was twisting and rising through my body.
With no control the burning liquid burst out.
Losing blood fast, I couldn’t move.
The darkness of death had condemned me.
The light was fading, lying in a puddle of blood.
Like an invisible evil had stabbed and burned me.
Paralyzed from masses torture I lay.
Piercing my heart, the thud of my heart came to a halt.
Grasping my soul and ripping it out of my body.
Dead...