Feb 2018
His cold hands grip me, I can smell his rancid breath, he smiles at me and says ‘welcome to death’
My eyes start to close, my mind goes all foggy or is it my eyes that are foggy and my mind closing?
The last pill still on my tongue, my head too heavy to lift and swallow.
His cold hands grip me, I can smell
his rancid breath, he smiles at me and says ‘this is your last test’
I stumble down from my bed, did I just hit my head? I’m floating above I can see all the mess. I can’t go now I am yet to confess.
One step at a time, a little shuffle forward, I reach for my throat and eject the poison his cold grip lets go, his rancid breath fading....
My eyes start to close, my mind goes all foggy or is it my eyes that are foggy and my mind closing?
The last pill still on my tongue, my head too heavy to lift and swallow.
His cold hands grip me, I can smell
his rancid breath, he smiles at me and says ‘this is your last test’
I stumble down from my bed, did I just hit my head? I’m floating above I can see all the mess. I can’t go now I am yet to confess.
One step at a time, a little shuffle forward, I reach for my throat and eject the poison his cold grip lets go, his rancid breath fading....
