Brust
drop to your knees and feel the carpet burst your flesh,
scream at the floor until a cherry red color comes to your face,
grip your hair and pull till the roots of your hair begins to cry,
stand up and feel the blood return to your body,
feeling flushed you want to lay down,
but knowing where your at if you die you wont be found,
you run to the kitchen and stumble a little,
you reach for a glass and it shatters in your hands,
you drop to your knees one more time you feel glass enter your leg,
periceing the very veins that blood had just reached,
covering the floor now is blood and its spread out like a blanket after a infant sleeps,
but to the very ears things start racing and now your hesitating breathing,
so you scream for help like your ship is sinking
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