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A Former Self on the Other End
Contributed by
Fez
on
Friday, 13th January 2006 @ 07:50:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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She sits alone
Alone in her home
No movement, No breath
Only the presents of death
I'm not alone
She whispers into the phone
Who is on the other end
Her words they start to twist and bend
The rain falls down
The blood on the ground
Can only belong to one
She wishes just to run
I cant, the words drip from her lips
Like the blood from her wrists
Run says the person on the other end
But her legs will never mend
The phone slams onto the floor
Death walks in through the door
She is so afraid
She lies now in the bed that she has made
Copyright ©
Fez
... [
2006-01-13 19:50:02] (Date/Time posted on
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