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I grip the blade against my skin
Praying to a nonexistent god
To free me from my sin
-Noah
Him
He was the blood flowing in her body.
She would be incomplete without him.
She loved him more than she needed air.
But, she loved him more than she wanted to be happy.
-by Leigh Anna
  May 2014 Leigh Anna O'Neill
Antonio
In the silence,
your absence echoes
off of every surface.

The water
from the faucet
mimics the open
veins in my chest.

Filling the empty gap
where my heart
once was.

It's sickly splatter
pools in the basin
and pours into
the darkness.

Draining
into the void.

*How did it come to this?

— The End —