Sunday, April 24, 2005

Still

My back breaks.
Deflated lungs stop a silent shriek.
The world stands--still.
Slowly, I fall. I hit the ground.
Motionless. Blood starts to pool.
I can't breathe or speak.
I can see, but can't feel.
Numb yet wrapped in an exhausting pain.
I cry. My eyes stay dry.
Soaked and broken.
Fading--fast.
Darkness creeps.

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