AfterthoughtsA Poem by Autumn de Rue
The cold metal on his head
The sharp press on his wrist The dry swallow of the pills The rope hanging from the rafters A loud bang in the night of another lost life A soft give of the skin and a gush of warm blood A blurring of tired eyes and a whisper of good-bye A soft gag of the throat and a soft snap of the neck Eight seconds of life left before the incoming death I wonder what his last thoughts will be Will the last seconds be of regret and pain Or a morbid relief to be leaving Will he wonder if they'll miss him Or hope they know they caused all this Will he wonder is I go one without him Or know that I'll be joining him
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StatsAuthorAutumn de RueOmaha, NEAboutWell, hello there. I'm Autumn de Rue I'm not one for introductions. Whatever I say comes out awkward and jumbled like Alphabet Soup, so I ought to let my writings speak for me. more..Writing
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