Spirit

She’s the one who did it.  
The lady who sat in the back.
She got away with it.
Murdered me and buried me
Deep in the woods.
I can’t tell anyone,
For she cut out my tongue.
I can’t write it,
For she chopped up my fingers.
I can’t see anymore,
For she burned out my eyes.
I can’t breathe anymore,
For she slit my throat.
I try my best,
To write her name,
With my bloody hands.
But the living freak out and run.
They don’t understand.
I only want to rest in peace.