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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