❌WARNING❌ Do not read if you hate graphic fiction. Dark Poetry

FINAL MOMENT – dark poem

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Whooshing in my ears, what’s that?

Blurred vision but a lighter space ahead.

Wall cold, damp with condensation,

Slides away beneath desperate fingertips.

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Slow trickle of warm liquid down my cheek,

Teeth clatter as gasping breaths escape.

Knees find splinters on old floorboards,

Keep going before the next blow comes.

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Ankles twisted and raw against the rope,

New tears increase the blindness.

A groan from behind, he’s not dead,

I should have used more force.

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Round the corner, crawling, a kitchen.

Broken chair where it started.

I hear a thud, ‘Fuck you bitch’

Reach for the chair leg, shaking fingers.

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Ice cold on my head, water, the vase,

Pungent stems drop around me.

Weapon grabbed, I turn on my back,

He lunges and drops; into his neck,

It pierces his skin as his voice does the air.

Fury from somewhere deep comes.

I stay focused and twist it more.

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oooh, where did that come from? Too much cheese Grommit.

Cup of milky tea anyone; sugar for shock? 🤣🙈

I’ve even got custard creams.

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