Blood still flows from an open wound
In a room one heart beats where there were two
The killer had a knife and golden blonde hair
Her eyes blue and black..
They had been that way for years
She planned her escape once the beatings begun, but she did not know to use a knife or a gun
Alone again, and a fist to her face, he turned his back..
One to the back and three to the heart
After cleaning her blood stained hands she got into her car and drove to Mexico