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Sometimes...

sometimes…
sometimes when I am home alone
and I am sitting down
in a quiet room
and i stop thinking for a minute
I suddenly feel
a sharp knock
like a baseball bat
to the back of my skull

wondering if some killer had come for me
as I lay at my desk hunched forward.

sometimes…
sometimes I lay in my bed
ready to sleep
and close my eyes
and wonder which internal organ
will begin to corrode first
and how the moment will be
when its my turn
to agonize in unfathomable pain.

wondering if I will turn necrotic before the sunrise.

sometimes…
sometimes when I am driving home
from a long day at work
tired from the people
tired from the questions
tired from constantly putting my foot on the gas
and always going
but there is someone driving near me
who is more tired than me
and carelessly
finds their car
merging into me
creating the abrasive, dissonant sound
of metal twisting
and popping
and rubber burning

wondering if I would be recognizable by the time anyone arrives

Who would find me?
How would they react?
Would I feel the pain?
Would I know its happening?
Do I see the aftermath?
or move to the front of the room?
Written by drunkenplaywords
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