Breathing blood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Have you ever felt it? Felt your life at the tip of your fingers, like needels just piercing your flesh and you can't hold on to it?

Submitted: February 11, 2014

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Submitted: February 11, 2014



The darkness and the cold siping in through the window.

The concreat under my frail body,

The moon lighting up the room with a luminesens.

I feel the blood running out of me.

My body is of shards of glass.

My lips are in pain as my face is but a punching bag.

The horried feeling for being watched.

Something lurking in the shadows.

Mocingly rocking back and forths.

I gasp as the air leaves my lounges and I welcome the pain in the darkness. 

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