Cold, blue light, shards stretched across the wall
Prison of white, intoxicants fed so she won’t fall
The nurse descends, holds a blade in her hands
The only difference is this death’s faster.
Take my hand and shatter the glass gate bars,
Jump to the ground, cracks appear between us.
Words you spoke, I tasted, advice taken from her.
For what? Now I lay broken, hopes flown
Out the life preserving window.
Fast-forward the movement, restless torture.
Nothing physical to push away. Held, transparent tears,
Ashamed, a liar acting with a smile
Hoping for regret so you’ll hold me a while.
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