Death

by Sweetiefromoh16   Jan 20, 2004


Blood trickling down the wrist
forming into a pool in the palm
before sliding to the bedsheets
turning white into a deep crimson
red, to later be brown and caked
tip of knife to nape of neck
pressure applies
slices through the flesh
as a knife dose
through butter
blood once again wells
to the surface
spills to the floor
knife carelessly cast aside
in a coner
heavey sigh
heavier sigh
gasp
eyes dialate
then roll back, exposing
white
eyelids flutter
body crumples to bed
and the room turns cold
dim light highlighting
the pitiful, sad scene

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  • 22 years ago

    by Roula

    OMG this was so scary, i can imagine the scene ouch :S

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