Now It Is Just Official

Wed, 11/28/2018 - 14:40 -- awatr

My lungs failed.

My mind fogged.

The tears stopped flowing,

For I was dead.


My heart ceased.

My body trembled.

I could no longer feel the rain,

For I was dead.


He watched and waited.

But he wasn't there.

I laid in silence,

For I was dead.


My spirit crushed.

My skin crawled.

He had broken me,

But I was already gone.


My wrists bound.

My throat bruised.

He assured me I would be fine.

But how can the dead heal?


He held my throat with lust-filled eyes,

But never let go.

He stills holds tight.

Now it's my turn.


With that pink plus sign in one hand,

A cold pistol in the other,

I took back my control.

I had been dead for a while.


Now it is just official.



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