January 17, 2016

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Soft wind tingles my skin,

My body shakes,

the trembles reach even to my bones.

I'm not cold.


The emptiness in my body is numbing,

I feel everything and yet nothing,

My breathing quickens, my heart races.

I'm not okay.


I've taken too many, way too many.

The burning feels good, give me more.

I can feel the poison spreading everywhere.

I'm not normal.


Only thirty feet to the bottom.

One jump. And I'm free.

Yet my legs can't move, I am frozen.

I'm not cold.


Tugs, pulls, tears at my clothes.

Why won't they just let me go?

Screaming - my own. Crying - theirs.

I'm not okay.


Eyes open. White lights. IV in my arm.

Where am I? What happened?

My family stands next to my bed, crying.

Is this heaven? Why do the angels cry?

I'm not dead.

-EPS

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