Up against the bathroom wall

The slide comes back, mirroring the hammer's motion with a crack

the hand falls to the floor,

eyes still locked on the bathroom door

the body slumps down the wall,

bloody streaks growing tall

a crumpled note lays in his fist,

explaining why his life failed to subsist

It said all he wanted was to be kissed,

but in her mind he didn't exist

never once missed.

The End

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