Killing Me

Life is killing me. One dagger down stuck deep in bone. Another aimed simply to save face— two more await. I brace for more pain, eager to jab a sharpened blade. “I could stave off the last,” I say to myself. The bleeding slowly abates. Voyeurs, you’ll have to wait.


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