Click.
Click.
Click.

Click. Click. Click.
Click Click Click.
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A heavy arm stretches outward.
Reaching forward with fatal touch.
A feather glides upon the skin.
It’s sharpened claws drag it in.
It curls and twists upon the sleeve.
It says that you don’t have to breathe.
It says that you don’t have to leave.
It’s crooked ponds begin to seethe.
It pulls you in with every blink.
As you fall down the bathroom sink.
You press it’s talons with more force.
Hoping to go with no remorse.
You stare directly in its eye.
And say you’re not afraid to die.
Then suddenly you are no more.
You empty out upon the floor.
And that is just how fast it ends.
Before you can even end the-

....but if you wait.
For just a moment.
For just a second.
But if you wait until it grasps your soul.
And whispers it’s your time to go.
Then maybe you can find some life.
....Instead of going with a knife.