28 September 2012
Finding love, a computer screen. Never met, Sounding keen
Walking down, Deserted straights. Hopefully there, Her love awaits.
Waiting wishing, For something real. Something with a, Delightful feel.
Waiting resting, It's getting late. Bushes rustle, Nervous heart rate.
Around her neck, Dragged behind. Screams and shouts, Unrefined.
A knife, a blade, Sliced over her skin. Pure heart destroyed, Outside and in.
Never found, Or seen again. Murdered by, An Internet friend.
© Sophie Kaelin 28/9/12
An Internet Friend • Opuss № I