The Freedom of Death

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She laid on the bathroom floor
Watching her blood spatter on the tile
The calming serenity washed over  her body and
the pain of the blade against her skin was nothing compared to her broken heart

The arms that she used to call home became a graveyard, haunting the memories that circled in her mind and filled her head with cobwebs

Dancing soon turned into stumbling against the cobblestones
Laughter soon turned into a pitiful sneer
The sparkle in her eyes soon turned to a lifeless dull, watching every move a person made as if they would reach out and strangle her

The gossamer curtains swayed in the breeze in a joyful motion
And she watched as they moved with grace, reaching out to touch them, feeling sorry for herself

She screamed but the only sound she heard was the echo of the linoleum floor
and his voice rang in her ears, 'You will never win this battle.'
Her body shivered as a trail of goosebumps covered her arms and legs
And not the beautiful kind

The years of abuse and turmoil suffocated her and she wanted to escape his drunken anger
She was hoping to finally escape the ghost of him and the hellish nightmare he put her through

She took her last breath as her lifeless body fell to the floor, crumpling against the tile
No longer was she a slave to her unhappiness, but she was finally free
She was free to float among the clouds of freedom

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