Urges flowing to run away.
Capillaries bursting to run away.
Heart beating to run away.
Brain running to run away.
Body still.
No movement.
Screaming inside.
Lips don't move.
Chest tearing apart.
Heart not there.
Body crumbling.
Nothing.
Lungs deflate.
Words flow.
Lips open.
Tongue rises.
Shouting!
Inaudible.
Eyes water.
No tear.
Cheeks blush.
Till pale.
Body stiff.
Rigor mortis.
Finger cracks.
Limb cracks.
Chest cracks.
Face cracks.
Brain cracks.
Out comes reality.
Reality of want.
Reality of need.
And reality of what happened.
911 rushed.
3 weeks late.
Body turned to nature.
The grotesque one some said.
Their face.
Appalled.
Figuring out the crime.
Barely hanging from the rope.
Nothing seemed different.
Some cried.
Others blamed,
Who committed a sin.
Few felt sorry.
Few felt betrayed.
"How could they leave me?"
The answer they craved.
Body happy.
Away from the selfish.
Body cared for itself.
Finally.
For once.
Figured out crime.
They claimed,
"Taken by themself".
Read the note on the desk.
Something else they proclaimed.
Taken by "what's best for them".
Body innocent.
Body dead.
Others : Plead guilty.
Jailed forever in a prison,
Named "What if".
~CrosOver
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