I shall try at creating morbid, creepy poems:
Twist
Crack
Shatter
Snap (goes her neck).
Alice is dead.
Float
Crunch.
Splinter.
Bend (down).
Her eyes are glassy.
Sigh.
Whimper.
Groan.
Faint (do you need water?).
Can't you take the blood?
Voice.
Cry.
Zip.
Shove (into the ambulance).
Gone in that black bag.
Snicker.
Laugh.
Breathe.
Walk (back home).
I told you Alice was dead.
I am successfully creeping myself out with my
level of morbidity. I'm afraid you think I'm suicidal (of course not ._.).
I've Maths, argh.