Pieces of Me

I stood up. Head heavy. Floor spinning.

Buzzing sound in my ears. I couldn't hear you.

I lost focus. Couldn't see you in my eyes.

Fountain of tears smeared the eyeliner. You said I looked horrid.

The thought of having you as the last person catching my last breath terrified me.

I was dead that night. So were the guilt and shame.


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