A Bestfriends Betrayal

My bestfriends betrayal to me
was like a stab in the back
with a sharpedged hunting knife
poking, twisting, slicing the skin\of my back into tiny pieces
hanging her neck
with a velvet ribbon,
the edges squeezing,
cutting deeply into her flesh
as her blood colored the ribbon\a burgondy color with black tints to it.
Grabbing my plane ticket
I left the small town
of Crystal Cove
leaving behind a murder
that would not bring
me down to her level\Until she has no breath
left in her
to kill