She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.