Poetry #67: There is still hope

But before
she could.

Before the
tip of
the knife
kissed her
silken skin,

she stopped.

There is
something more
I need
to do.

She dropped
the knife
as it's
rust kissed
the ground,

The girl
stood up.

There is
still hope.

There was
another answer.

Though hopeless
and abandoned
things may
seem, the
story must
continues on.