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Saturday, May 21, 2005

Seeing Red

the music blares
a cigarette is lit
the smoke,
a dramatic background
as blade slides across flesh

numb to the pain
she watches, unflinching
as blood gushes out
and drips towards the wooden floor

gathering, swirling
making a pool
of bright red liquid

and for one glorious moment,
that's all she sees

and then.. comes DARKNESS

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

dying.. like most things is a form of art.. and you, you do it exceptionally well.. dying a little.. everyday..

10:49 PM  

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