August 22, 2013
Sacre bleu: the color of the sky
On the day I came to die.
White was my face and red my blood
Soon to spill, fall, still in the mud.
The metal was ruthless and dropped with a scream.
Face up like flounder, no time for a dream.
Like Robespierre, I saw it coming.

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