#Prompt 15

The cut was clean

The red liquid bright

A numbness settling

A decision so fast

Everything lost to world

The chain that bind me

They break slowly

As the blood seeps

Adrenaline pushed

Heart worked harder

Made my work easy

By sending blood faster

Through veins to arteries

Impure to pure

Drips away from the slit

It doesn’t matter any more

In a few minutes

It’all slow and stop

And I would take

The first breath of death.


I do not support suicide.

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