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Trapped

by floralas

The angel of death kissed me and my mouth sputtered out rusty crimson blood It slid down my cheek and dropped vertically off my chin Down to the ground, Hitting hard against the concrete floor of this cell I watch it spread out and soak in Little dribbles hitting down again now and then I hear the steel doors shake Piercing rattling in the hollow hall I hear a shriek My hair stands on end Pricking my neck Goosebumps rise Pushing the air away from me I am cold Cold skin and a cold heart It beats so slow Maybe it will stop soon, altogether Oh god I hope so
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Written by
floralas
USA
Published
Mar 19, 2015
Time
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Tags
#depression#death#anxiety#winter#blood#cold#selfharm#hospital#mentalhealth#psychiatric
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