blood curling along the lines of her fingertips,
marking the wrongs, the rights, the inescapable,
she watches as the drips trace her pale skin,
slowly falling and falling and falling,
similar.
she closes her eyes against the blinding dark,
as she slowly trips through the hall.
looking for a room of safety,
feeling for a cold floor,
similar.
indescribable and confusing thoughts,
unable to explain,
unable to sort,
unable to escape,
similar.
she snatches every possibility,
to leave this wretched place before it's expected,
breathing is no longer a priority in her mind,
what she wants she cannot have,
but she must have what she wants,
before her final breath is took.
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