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The screaming.
The vomit.
The blood.
As I lay down that night.
I never thought I would see you again.
Your breath.
Your warmth.
The love we shared.
Too afraid to call an ambulance.
Panic as I wrap up a wounded arm.
Sopping it up with towels.
The kitchen floor a mess.
You loved me.
And I loved you.
A memory I will hold until the day I pass.
I am so happy you are still alive.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
Comments (1)
Thi strikes a deep chord. Haunting.