The End

March 4, 2009
Stutter,
Quiveer,
Ragged Breath.
Cold is the bone.
Hot is the flesh.
Twitching body.
Clattering teeth.
Whirlpool mind.
Help me please.
Screatch,
Attack,
Sob,
Then choke.
Squeez my shirt.
Now here I go.





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