A Slice of Death

May 20, 2013

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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