This is not so good because it was another one of my things written while
listening to my teacher babble on.* SPOILER!*

Victoria's Secret

by Janet Jongebloed

	The concrete felt like ice
	The wound was hot as coal
	Victoria, he thought
	Victoria, again and again
	She had been an angel
	She had been a devil
	Why did she leave him to die alone
	Why did she make that choice
	He lay there making a pool of blood
	He recited the poem of love
	It wasn't susposed to end this way
	It just hadn't been his day

			- Janet Jongebloed