Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Last Dance

On Valentine's Day was when he

Decided it was time to break

My heart with words of leaving me.

It was too much for me to take.

As he was walking out the door,

Into his back I plunged a knife,

And watched him bleeding on the floor,

Pierced heart now gushing out his life.

I turned on our fav'rite song,

The one we'd so often danced to,

Before the right had all turned wrong,

When he announced that we were through.

I so admired my barefoot art,

Dancing through blood pools from his heart.