Grace (i)

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Drip, Drip,
a bare body
lies in front of the mirror.
The sound of thick liquid,
hitting the milky marble floor
is constant
and precise,
matching the rhythm
of the ticking clock.
A translucent glass shard
smeared in a luxurious red.
The blood cascades down like a waterfall
before it hits the floor.
There, she lies still
with the likeness of a feather,
delicate, soft, quiet.
She sighs, releasing a large gulp of air
breaking the peace.
She bleeds in a constant stream –
The love she knows
sheโ€™s been bound to feel.
—To Be Continued—



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