Darkness
There is something about the way the frigid air feels against my aching bones.
Or the way the sheets slightly glide amongst my open wounds.
The darkness feels like the devil
And I'm face to face with him
He wraps his arms around my neck
As if it is a rope slowly taking the life out of me
As my last breath leaves me
He whispered in my ear
"It's time to go"
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Copyright © Catherine Oconnor | Year Posted 2016
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