Bleeding Whiskey

“Water filling her lungs.
Dying is no fun!”

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Wrists cut.
Red blood.
Heart thumping.
Soul hurt.
 
Shower running,
Tears flowing.
 
Her naked body is twisting and turning.
Why? Why is she still breathing?
 
Whisky on her tongue.
Body is so numb.
 
Hopes shattering.
Dreams fading.
Eyelids heavy.
Lips trembling.
 
Water filling her lungs.
Dying is no fun!
 
Floating over the ceiling,
She is looking at her dead body.
 
Sleep tight, Sleep tight.
The pain is over.
Shine bright.

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal Oct 20, 2015 | 02:17 PM
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved

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