endorphin rush

blood. sputtering. 


i breathed in,

only to choke. choke on

                        my own blood.


as i do my best to survive,

the pain subsides,

            finally... no pain…

                        no worries… 

                                    i’ll be okay


if only it were the truth.


i actually believed the sick trick

            that my body was trying to convince me of.

that i would make it.

                    survive. somehow.


but it all was a trick.

            a trick. a trick trick trick…


how did i let myself get in this deep?

all of a sudden;

            it was all over… 


all because of a bullet.


f l a s h b a c k . . .



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