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Clearing
All alone in the clearing,
Her bloody corpse stays,
Blood dripping from her neck,
Soaking her tattered, white dress.
Her unwritten message,
A calling for help,
Was never read,
It comes to no surprise she's dead.
Surrounded by gleeful things,
A happy place it seems,
But she is unhappy,
Caught up in unwanted dreams.
A bunny hops through the grass,
A happy creature,
A small kitten enters the clearing,
Licking the blood off the deadly knife.
Flowers bloom nicely,
In the soft, wet grass,
A sweet smell,
But covered up with the smell of death.
A beautiful clearing,
By a tall tree,
No one would expect it to be,
An unhappy place for suicide.
