The boy begins tainting his skin
in the bathroom tub
of his crummy home.
He begins to wonder,
did she know
that she was going to die?
Is that why
she asked the question
that has haunted him
since that day?
His blood begins
to drown him,
coiling around him
like a cobra,
like love,
ready to bite.
The last thought
that runs through
his mind
is her
beautiful face,
as his ran
through hers
as death's fingers
strangled her,
while he
slowly slips
away in the current
of his blood,
to never wake again.
If you paid attention you would have found five stanzas. The word death has five letters.
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