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Oct 2016
She came home
drunk off her ***
five missed calls
and it's still ringing
His number is
flashed across the
screen bright green
She just stares
he never calls
the phone flies
out of her hand
hitting the wall.
and cracking
his number.
Hours later the
red and blue lights
hit pale skin
and she breathes
out his name
for the last time
placing the gun
on her nightstand
and holding his
pale body close.
I'm not sure...
Sarah Caitlyn
Written by
Sarah Caitlyn  18/Androgynous/Greensboro NC
(18/Androgynous/Greensboro NC)   
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