Monday, May 20, 2013

A Slice of Death

Why do you beat me up
If you are going to kill me

The kicks, whips, blows, slaps
keep coming. Flooding.

And bit by bit I have died
I have been dead to you
To myself

A part of me dies

So why don't you just kill me
Why must I die by the slice?
Why don't you do something else?

I wanna die. Once. And now.
You will kill me

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