It Was Your Knife, My Life

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I was screaming, the walls of my small bed sit twisted and curled in odd shapes, I began to cry, the slices up my arms deep and bleeding with warm blood, you open the door.

I smiled and you rushed toward me, my tears were ice cold and you took me to your arms. "Auria?!"

You continued screaming my name but I loved this, it felt so good.

I was happy. In this land, where we all would go to be from life, my heart racing as you touched my face with your warm hands, I lay back in your arms and laughed, the room wasn't here now, we sat in the dark on the hard floor that felt like fire burning under my naked body.

I looked up at you, nothing was real, I'd hit the state now. My head rolled and my eyes rolled back, I flopped in your warm muscular arms and laughed. You were still screaming.

Oh how I hate you, hate you so much. My head lifted, he kept asking why my eyes where like that. I stood from his arms and screamed.

"How dare you come in here and be so sick?!" My chest ripped open. They told me his heart didn't make it.

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