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Cold Spiral (Free verse) by emeraldskies
Frigid sleekness gripped
Between white enamel rows
The steel grits into my teeth
Bringing a touching pain
I haven't felt in a long time
Why have I started now,
When I know all is lost?
The knife in my mouth
Is like the gun in my hand...
Aching to get on with it.
The END...
What longing and beauty
Of a maroon redness
Unparalelled by serenity,
Spawned from insanity.
The remnants of my mind
Are lost upon me finally...
I take the steel blade,
Working it naturally, easily...
Then the gun finishes it
As I slide to the floor.
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