The suffocation makes me breathe
With no conjunctions.
The pain will soothe,
The wounds will heal my selfdestruction.
No more I cry,
No more I bleed.
Just pale a little.
I am so safe,
As no more words
In vain are hissing.
I am so free
I am alive.
Don't tell me something.
The fire dies
As water cryes
And makes feel nothing.
Pain
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2015
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