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Brandishing a long knife
She lunged at me
Thrusting forward
Severing my flesh.
I screamed
As blood poured from my wound
Staining the carpet
Forming a pool.
Yet she did not relent
Again and again
Plunging forth
Puncturing my organs.
Collapsed in a heap
Struggling for breath
As blankness arrives
With the comfort of death.
These are words i once wrote (mid to late 90's). Stories, poems, ramblings, thoughts & the such. Some are good (if i may say so) & some are not so good. Some are dark, some weird, others amorous. I stopped writing soon after i got a job (no longer had the time nor the inspiration). Anyways, Enjoy. **WARNING**(These are all written by me; any likeness, etc, to anyone dead or alive, is purely coincidental; & all my words are fiction!! - Some stories may offend... DO NOT read if easily offended!)
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1 comment:
this reminds me of the Folger's heiress who was stabbed to death by the Manson Family...she kept asking the girl who was killing her, "Why are you stabbing me? I'm already dead."
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