Dear Reader

I’m digging in

by the skin

of my teeth.

Underneath

the glaze

of the glass

on the bathroom

walls

the blood is

flooding

from the floor

to the door.

I hope,

as I choke,

that you understand

this sleight of hand

that slows my breath,

beckons my death.

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