His Prize (Pt.1) Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

She just disappeared,
bloody foot prints everywhere. Where is
she?
No one really noticed, she was
always quiet anyway. Though,
he was the one who wanted a prize, was
it to much? He just wanted to show his congregation,
the way her feet sway.
She was just sweeping,
sing metaphors,
taking a breath for every paragraph.
When he took her he only saw small motes,
of her eyes. The world disappeared.
He blew her a kiss.
His prized, little eyes, the first of many times.