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Night marks
and eerie silence
Nothing moving
but the wind
not a soul
speaking
not a spring
creaking
nothing
not even
a cricket
not a
tree branch
scraping
against my window
nothing to keep him
off my mind
my heart beating
inside my chest
reminds me that
it is his
and then I bring
the blade to my wrist
and crimson mixes
with my tears
the night quiet
shatters my
unborn cry
and i fall
into darkness
into aloneness
into
death





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Sparklemaze said...
Oct. 16, 2010 at 4:56 pm
Wow. This is very emotional and paints a detailed, poetic, and upsetting picture. Good job. 
 
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