January 2010


Sweat trickling down her browSkin pulsating as blood rushes through her veinsFluorescent light overhead; blinding, but all she can do is stareSomewhere in the distance, voices chattering”Is she okay?” “Breathe” “It won’t be long now”This is what death must feel like.Seconds later, in impressions of eternityThe pain slashes…

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