Traitor Poem by Jennifer Rose

The paint brush is dipped in red,
the substance dark and thick.
A razor lay to the side,
liquid crimson dripped off.
Words painted onto a wall,
shaking hands messing up letters.
The note almost complete,
when she collapses.
Red, blus, and white flasses,
reflect off the mirrors.
A boy enters with tears,
saying sorry over and over.
He never meant to hurt you,
it was all a mistake.
But he was a minute too late,
her arms were carved to say 'Traitor.'
The wall says,
'I want him to see
how he has damaged me.'
Next week he is sent
to a school off else where.
The funeral the day after.
The story goes,
all traitors end with killers.