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Stained Bubbles
Warm, comforting coffee
Incense with a sweet, rich aroma
The sweet-smelling volumes of bubbles
I lie in a coffin of water.
My head is enveloped by water and my hearing is clouded
My mind is clear and calm
I rise
The blade is brought to my wrist
A porcelain road with blue lines
Now painted in blood
A deep crevice is formed
The same is repeated on the other side
Energy beginning to fade
Blood pulses from my veins
The bubbles turn red
A beautiful swirly mixture of life and death
The empty and dying
Incense with a sweet, rich aroma
The sweet-smelling volumes of bubbles
I lie in a coffin of water.
My head is enveloped by water and my hearing is clouded
My mind is clear and calm
I rise
The blade is brought to my wrist
A porcelain road with blue lines
Now painted in blood
A deep crevice is formed
The same is repeated on the other side
Energy beginning to fade
Blood pulses from my veins
The bubbles turn red
A beautiful swirly mixture of life and death
The empty and dying
Published 7th Nov 2016
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