Wake Up Call
Another day dawns, Just like yesterday. I squint my eyes into the light Then roll over, My face to the wall. Why did they build my bedroom To face east, So each day dawning Wakes me from my stupor? My eyes burn As I study my wrist. If I had a knife, A sharp knife, I'd embed the tip At the line Where palm and wrist meet. The blood would well up As the purple and blue Arteries and veins Severed. The knife would slide To my elbow, The blood spilling Red- Erupting rhythmically To the excited tempo of my heart, Slowly fading As time for me Ceased. More blood would flow, Smoothly spreading From my arm, Seeping onto my white bedspread Until the puddle Stained my mattress. If only I had the energy To find a knife.
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