A/N: Just like to point out that I don't believe Iraq has nuclear weapons,
or that we should continue to stay there. I am writing a poem with this
title, so please read it too.
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Kai sat at her desk. Her phone continued to ring, but she didn't answer it. What was the point? It would only be a friend who wanted to ask where she was, or her dad. She didn't want to talk to him, or anyone else. All she could think of was yesterday. The boy-no, man- she loved had turned her down. He was everything to her, all she wanted and more. She had so much to give him, and he had so much to learn.
Kai got up. She would show him. She walked into the bathroom, and found her penknife. Then she went back to her room, and wrote a letter. She said she was sorry, but there was no other way out of this. Then she left the house. The rain poured down on her uncovered head as she looked round. Where did he live? How could she hurt him most? The answer was simple. Death. She would let him talk to her, but she wouldn't answer. She would never be able to speak to him again. Ah, there. She walked to the door, and broke it.
Kai walked in the door. Her senses twitched. Ah. The shower. She sneaked upstairs and walked in the door. He stared at her, shocked. He was naked, but that didn't interest her anymore. She wouldn't be staying here much longer anyway.
He spoke then, but she didn't hear him. Her hand was blurred as the knife moved in a graceful arc, through his skin. His blood was splattered on her face as he sank to the floor, clutching his throat. Kai stood there, watching, untill the blood stopped flowing.
The Americans can talk all they want about nuclear weapons, but the most dangerous weapons of mass destruction are love and hate. That is what really caused all the wars.
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Kai sat at her desk. Her phone continued to ring, but she didn't answer it. What was the point? It would only be a friend who wanted to ask where she was, or her dad. She didn't want to talk to him, or anyone else. All she could think of was yesterday. The boy-no, man- she loved had turned her down. He was everything to her, all she wanted and more. She had so much to give him, and he had so much to learn.
Kai got up. She would show him. She walked into the bathroom, and found her penknife. Then she went back to her room, and wrote a letter. She said she was sorry, but there was no other way out of this. Then she left the house. The rain poured down on her uncovered head as she looked round. Where did he live? How could she hurt him most? The answer was simple. Death. She would let him talk to her, but she wouldn't answer. She would never be able to speak to him again. Ah, there. She walked to the door, and broke it.
Kai walked in the door. Her senses twitched. Ah. The shower. She sneaked upstairs and walked in the door. He stared at her, shocked. He was naked, but that didn't interest her anymore. She wouldn't be staying here much longer anyway.
He spoke then, but she didn't hear him. Her hand was blurred as the knife moved in a graceful arc, through his skin. His blood was splattered on her face as he sank to the floor, clutching his throat. Kai stood there, watching, untill the blood stopped flowing.
The Americans can talk all they want about nuclear weapons, but the most dangerous weapons of mass destruction are love and hate. That is what really caused all the wars.