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  Jun 2014 Anabel Rose Kubabom
Shae
In the middle of the night,
Picking fights with life
My hands, paralyzed
I can't unlock the door
No air coming through
My veins, closing in
Tears on my cheeks
Can't keep focus
Where's the door
and do I want to let you in
My vision, a blur
A voice in my head
Telling me I'm dead
A loud booming from somewhere
The door seems so far
I feel a wetness in my hair, on my body, everywhere
My heart, imploding
If only I could find the door
Find a light or let you in
The walls, they're closing in
No air
Your eyes, your hands, they won't go away
I'm stuck in place
Can't push you away
All I hear is a far away hammer
Eyes squeezed shut
Can't watch what happens next
My lungs, I feel them failing
From the screaming or from the bleeding
A clawing at my throat
Begging me for breath
The door isn't there
Where is the door
I can't die
My feet start kicking
There's a pain
Like electric and like a kick in the gut
No more kicking
My hands, still useless
My eyes see dots
Can't find air
Can't find the door
Your smile
Your face coming closer
Before everything goes red
Oh god I'm dying
Keep kicking
A swoosh of wind
Finally I feel the air
But I choke
Oh god he broke me
I hear over the booming
    it'll be okay, you don't have to stay
And I so I stop trying
There's no light
There is nothing
We had an argument
We shouted, you screamed
I cried and hit your chest
You shoved me on the floor
Time stopped and I looked on in shock
Adrenaline Pumped and I lunged at you

I scratched and kicked as hard as i could
I felt my body hit the ground
Your fists like hot steel with every blow
I curled up and waited for it to be over

You stopped and started to cry
You kissed my forming bruises
And said you loved me

He would never hit me again, would he?
He was angry and he overreacted, he said
It was just a one time thing, wasn't it?
He loves me, doesn't he?
Wrote this in a rush.
Ink my heart with the words you cried
Cause I was there beside you the night you died
Tell my story with the words you speak
Cause your heart is the paper and its lines are what I seek
Tongue-tied, he holds his breath
Inhaling the air like it's crystal ****
Tongue-torn, he bleeds it out
Love stains on his mouth
His heart bleeding for her
His glass eyes stop and stare

To him she's his only way out
From himself and his paper skin
Cause these tears are wearing him paperthin
His love, his heart he's lost control
This love, this heart he's lost his soul
I wrote this poem with my incredibly talented friend- Benedict

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