Hello, reading people of the nation, rate this poem 1 - 10?

Question

She told me that her head hurt
And that she could barely see me
She didn't want her medicine
She didn't want to talk

I put her in the closet
And I could barely see her
And when I came back later
She was trying on the clothes

She said she felt much better
But I didn't understand her
I locked the door and waited
For another day or so

She wouldn't take her medicine
I couldn't make her talk
Her throat was cut but in the dark
I could barely tell

Answer 1

Gruesome imagery, but it's not a poem. Write it paragraph style and you'll see that it's prose. Why don't you turn this into a short story--a horror story? You're a budding Stephen King.

Answer 2

-10