It’s the little things you miss when you die,
like your favorite pair of jeans and that fabulous purple nail polish. All
those things were taken away from me on a dark December night. My killer was
never arrested. I don’t remember a lot about that night, but I do know that I
was murdered. Until now I’ve been stuck watching my family grieve and my
friends tittering nervously by my forsaken locker. But now I am going to get a
second chance, my goal is simple; find my killer…….before they find me.
I love the first line! Here are some changes I would make:
ReplyDeleteAll of these things were taken away from me on the dark Deecember night. (Add a line to flow to the killer).
And what do you mean by forsaken locker?
But now I am getting a second chance
I like the word tittering
-B
Cool poem, Totally great
ReplyDelete- Scarlett
If this were an opening paragraph to a novel, I would read it. Please continue writing it!
ReplyDelete-Princess