Sun, 07/10/2016 - 22:11 -- h3l2c1

Step by step

rattled breath by rattled breath

with the things I felt

I hoped for death.

The echoes of dribbling

the sounds of squeaking 

did nothing

to drown out the pleading.

The whipsering inside

could not be tamed

all it did was incriminate

Not good enough

it spoke as if i did not know 

Not good enough

it repeated

hitting me blow for blow.

I listened for I could not ignore

the pain I felt

I felt no more.

Quick and painless

the motto I follow

no longer applied

for the truth's

hard to swallow.

Throbbing and slicing

the feel of my heart

after the words it absorbed

weren't torn apart.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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