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Author: Blackening the Ivy
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-11-05 - Updated: 11-11-05 - id:2046586

My skull is caving in,

Brain imploding,

And rolling out of my eyes like puss.

Confused,

My mind is muddled as the pain washes over me.

Please don't stare.

Stop throwing glass at my feet.

My tongue,

Feeling hollow in my mouth.

Like my body.

Crawling beneath my skin.

Bitter.

Pool of crimson,

Spreading out the pieces as they float away from each other...

From blackness to light.



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