A/N: Hola, this is a poem I just wrote and it is actually entitled "Little Caitlin". I know shocking, Kikyo can actually write decently good poetry. At least I hope it's decently good. Well anyway, Enjoy!

April committed suicide.

Bathroom on the third story.

Third stall from the door.

Both wrists slit.

Veins still bleeding.

Leaning against the wall.

Eyes wide open.

Mouth agape.

Skin cold and pale.

Room filled with the feel of death.

And reeking of angst.

White tiles stained red.

Corpse just sitting there, looking at the other wall in front of her.

Family and friends sobbing as the police tell them the news.

Little April Erickson is dead.