The Victim
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Alicia Brown, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2009
I’m at the table,
With a coffee laced with
Whiskey in front of me.
She runs past… Trips…
And knocks it to the floor.
She looks up,
An arrogant smirk,
On her face.
I reach behind the door,
Where hanging,
Is the leather strap.
My hand closes around
The worn handle.
It creaks with
A certain satisfaction
As I raise it above my head…