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Nothing.
Numb.
Blood.
The lights are off.
The floor is
cold beneath me.
The hair on the
back of my neck
rises.
I drop the blade
with a tiny clink.
Nothing.
Numb.
Done.
Numb.
Blood.
The lights are off.
The floor is
cold beneath me.
The hair on the
back of my neck
rises.
I drop the blade
with a tiny clink.
Nothing.
Numb.
Done.
Published 1st Nov 2013
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