Death
Blood flows from the open wound like pain from a broken heart.
Dim thoughts and faded visions run through her mind, a movie of broken dreams and things left undone.
The voices of her friends and loved ones call to her, seperate sounds meshed together to form a single, soft roar.
Coldness envelops her body with the tenderness of a lovers touch.
Darkness slowly seeps into her eyes as she draws her last breath,
and yet, she feels no pain, for she is free.
11 Nov 2006 JD
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