Broken


6:30 AM, September 28th 2013
At peace now, I guess
That's what they keep telling me
She's gone
I already know
No need to tell me
"Are you sure there's nothing you can do?"
One sided
Phone call
She is gone
4 PM, September 27th 2013
Any second she will look at me
No, never again
She will never look at me
Or hug me
Or even speak to me
She is flat
As flat as a discarded piece paper
Laying alone somewhere on the floor
She hated being flat
It made her feel helpless
Crimson blood pouring from her nose and mouth
The smell of antiseptic resides in my nostrils

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