Written by Jacob Ibrag
It hurts to breathe. Recollect the moments
that led to this. She kissed your lips. Talked about
growth. The future will never be like yesterday.
Change. It’s inevitable. ‘Drink this, Come to bed.’
She hugged you tight, and disappeared. Get up.
Wipe your sweat infested face. Drag the numbness
married to your mind. Unbearable. Just a dozen
drags of air left. Lungs on the brink of revolt.
You need to know. Look into the mirror.
Black blood running down your
sides. Turn to the right. Knife.
Have A Good Day.


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