Deathly Gestures

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"Deathly Gestures"

Eyes.

Boring into the back of my head

The beat of my heart quickens

A rush of adrenaline

Feet slapping the pavement

In the cold darkness.

Why is it so cold?

Hands grip my shoulders

Screams erupt in a storm

A whispered "You're mine"

My ear is tingling

Panic.

It's cold

I feel the mist

My eyes shut.

Sleep.

It's so peaceful

Breathe

It stings.

Pain so sharp

A line down my chest

Why does it hurt

Please make it stop

An exotic nightmare

Come true

I feel the life leaving me

Maroon red flows from pink pale skin

The acrid, copper smell

I taste metal.

Eyes.

Staring into mine

The last face I see

Before my last breath

I hear the thumping of my heart

It's no longer cold.

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