Palm Trees

Ugh I’m so tired. I think I’m getting a cold.
 

Well our teacher told us to upload some of our stories or poems to our blogs, but I don’t have any from my poetry anthology that I want to put up here, so I’ll put up another one that I wrote. I don’t have a name for it yet. Any ideas?
 

He was coming
She could hear him coming down the hall
He was coming for her
Just like before
To hurt her
Fear was racing through her
There’s a sound, coming closer
No! He couldn’t have found her
But he did
His hand came up sending her to the wall
Pain
He liked hurting her
He was laughing at her as she tries to stand against the pain
Her vision was blurred
He was taunting her
It was a game
Just like always
‘Play the game, you can win!’ her mind screamed
There was a knife in his belt
It had to be at least six inches long
He wouldn’t expect her to fight
She’d always been too afraid before
Not now
Lunging forward, she tackled him, reaching for the blade
He was laughing again
He thought it was funny; that she’d never win
There was blood
She stared at him in disbelief
His eyes were cold
Dead
And so was he

Yeah, it’s a little morbid, but I like writing poems like this because there’s a lot of emotion in them and there isn’t really a certain structure to the poems, which I like.
 

Well, now that I’m done with that, I still have nothing interesting to write.
 

Meh, I think I’ll go now.