One Remains

for the competition First Blood


We stood there,  
Side by side and eye to eye.  
She moves like I move,  
But her smile  
Is a little more sickly.  
The twinkle in her eyes  
A little more dim.  
 
I remember her  
Too well,  
And watched her do things  
I wouldn't care to repeat.  
Twisting hearts on strings  
And breathing death  
Through straws,  
Not noticing the scars she's caused  
And collected.  
 
I know she liked it.  
No, loved it.  
Reveled in it,  
Then walked away smiling,  
Like nothing mattered and nothing happened.
 
I feel I cannot let her continue,  
Cannot let her exist.  
But she has the joy  
I am not brave enough to live with.  
 
It's her or me!
I lunge,  
Glass shatters,  
blood flows.  
No body,  
no trace.  
I walk away  
With her shame.