Bloody little bird
Dripping from your back
Running down my fingers
The pressure that I'm applying
doesn't do much
The shattered broken breaths
Do nothing, but numb my heart
Tighten the veins the lace through
My
lungs
If I just will it, will it to live
The head falls and the neck rests on my
Pointer finger.
My shallow, hollow, empty, sighs
Get quieter
Nothing, but silence can cure this moment.
Though it will break down into dust
Creating life once more
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