Red Tiger-StripesMature

The metallic taste of blood and steel,

Lips closed around the barrel of a shotgun.

Can you walk past a razorblade without

Opening your veins?

Red-ringed bands of bleeding


There were seventeen on each side.


Infection-ravaged, sleep-deprived.

Running on empty,

Learning how to die, the voices won't leave me alone,

I hope I die alone,

Bleed and rot into this place

Of silence, I have peace at last.




The End

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