Girl - A Sonnet

• Luna Marko, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

A girl, not months away from thirteen’s age,
Her classmates maimed and shot with glee and pride,
With hatred spilling out her eyes and face,
A kind of broken image in her mind,
That then she ran to what seemed safety’s den
Away from all that could her consequence,
In solitude, she would lay down to rest,
For further tragedy soon would commence
She now turned her weapon, face bullet found,
A snap was heard that made the earth then quake
And blood began to seep down through the ground
Her hatred once again a corpse hath made
Now here she rests within a secret grove,
Where hate in life hath stolen lives of old