Severed

by pale angel   Nov 18, 2005


Here my body lies
cold upon the floor
the lists upon my wrist
as they were before
a tear upon my check
left to dry alone
red is left where a
blade once was
gripped in my hand
is a wilted rose3
which is like myself now
wilted and dead
lying upon the floor.

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