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Nov 2011
Drip, drop, drip
Spills the blood
Sip, sob, slit

Silly you, for thinking all was
Dandy with skies of blue.
Don’t ever let it happen again.

My eyes are a gorgeous shade of green,
Thanks to the redness that swells behind them
Kind of close to the redness I hold somewhere else

Would that burn be quickly erased?
Without a trace? Probably not.
I lay here and shake
And shake, and shake, and shake.
Until everything I have that’s good, is gone.

Hungry, with no effort to move my mouth
Tired, with no desire to sleep
Cold, with not wanting any kind of comfort

Choke, cough, cry
I can’t even breathe right
Don’t know how to calm down

Ring, click, spit
I wish I could forget it
Itch, sniff, shiver

Lip quivers.
Goodbye.
Julie Watson
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