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When a whimper deafened the room

 
Unable to move
fetal on the floor
Stench of a vomitus puddle
Twitching
Thinking
This is not even an overdose

Legs spasming as the eyes jitter
Even unconsciousness
It seems has fleed the scene
Each breath
A laboured task
Weezing through cracked ribs

Spinal cord severed
or attached to red hot pokers

Kill me
Sounded out in morse code
Tears
Screaming.
.
 
.
 
.
Empty silence
Nothing more
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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The dying time
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