6 days late when my hopes died.

The swift slice of the knife,

The oozing muddy goo.

My heart dropped like a stone when I saw it.

A flashback engulfed me, sending my back to painful memories:

The tiny, but definatly there, pulsing heart beat.

The movement, clear as day.

How could it've all been a lie?

6 days late when my tears were shed without any shame.

6 days late when the dead black body slid

out from the creamy shell.

6 days late when my hopes died.