06/13/2005 - 3:46 a.m.

Bony fingers
Chilling sighs
Clamped within my throat

A sob breaks
In the still of the night

Deepening sadness
A blade of steel
Inches it's way across my wrists

A think ribbon of blood
Flows down my fingertips

Plop Plop
Drip Drop

A tiny pool forms before me
A river as it runs
Salty metallic tears of crimson
Collect at my feet

The blade rises again.

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