A Good Friend Poem by Shadow Vanity

As still as a statue she sits, listening for any sound but her breathing. Softly she sighs as she sees the candle flicker then go out. Silently she moves threw the house to her hidding spot. Lighting a lantern the blade of a knife sparkles in the dim light. Hesitently she picks it up and brings it to her throat. Her hands shaking, she looks at her phone.... a picture of a close friend on the screen she smiles and drops the knife leaving the room she locks the door never returing to the dark place she once hid.