Sunday, October 18, 2009

its no brave feat.

Eerie silence

Clenched fists

A vein pulsating in the head

Loud, it could burst

Within one fist

A dozen tabs

Sleeping pills

In, they all go

One gulp, water and all

She rests her head down

The table floods

Her eyes still teary

Then black

Bright light streams in

No it’s not divine light or the sorts

Voices screaming,

Echo in the hallway.

“ive got a pulse”

“drain her out”

“An IV line now”

All black again

She awakes from a dream.

No a nightmare

Breaking out in a sweat

She shivers, so gladly

She thanks god, She didn’t die.

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