Trigger warning! Blood- gore - ******-

The Stained White Picket Fence

It’s a strange thing
Watching yourself die
From the white picket fence
I could hear my screams
I could see my tears
I could feel the hot blood running down my chin
Down my throat
I shouldn’t have lived as long as I did
After it happened I mean,
He didn’t cut deep enough
I watched as I writhed and sobbed and bled
Until my eyes went glassy blue
Until the blood stopped pouring
Until the shrieks dwindled away
I jumped down off the white picket fence
And sat beside myself
I was empty
I was another ghost is a great wide sea of souls
A.J. Busse