Stuck

Singing a lament of answers

In the rain of pooling tears.

 

Experiencing someone stomp

In the puddle of my raindrops.

 

Twitching when they shoot electrical impulses through my body

Feeling the liquid burning my flesh, tasting the acidity.

 

Now they have numbed me

Yet the memory of pain is extreme.

 

But I can feel the blood draining down

Dripping as I drown.

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