And With a Sip
Then in an instant that world had
been hurled,
The lass's life has slowly slipped into
a fantasy world.
In there, she never bid farewell to
the life she always wanted,
The life, once her's, was in the
dreams of which were haunted.
Amber slowly slides down the wall,
Making her feel useless and small.
Useless, lost and confused,
Why give up that life to be abused?
Her answer was laying across the
bed,
An arm laying behind his head.
He watched, and waited for her to
move,
She knew in her mind, that
everyone would disapprove,
A sad smile came across her face,
Her life moving at too fast of a pace.
She locked the bathroom door
behind her,
Then she touched her wrist, feeling
her heart beat,
Closing her eyes, and crying to
herself,
She fell, pitifully off her feet.
A blade she kept hidden revealed
itself,
A blade whose promise was to
relieve oneself
Of the mess she had created,
Removing her with the blade that
was serrated...
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