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I Smell Like Suicide

The door is shut.
Sprayed wet in the dark.
Someone's screaming.
Please make it stop,
Then
Silence.

Dripping hot, sticky wet.
Empty silence,
Inside and out of my head.
The sound of ripping
Then
Washed in pale light.

Sitting in a pool of hot, wet.
Like a crimson carpet on the ground.
Blood.
Screaming.
Bodies, silent and staring.
Everything before empty in my mind, painted with blood.
Written by MrE (C. R. Powers)
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