Death

chills spike through my body - hands achy - body numb i reach for it its shiny slick and heavy i put it to my arm and pull towards me quickly red water comes from between the line in my arm i had just made the red comes more and more till it drips down my arm to my hand and off my finger tips i lay back and let the hot tears run down my face this is me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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