“Where would you go when you die?”

“Where would you sleep when you fall away?”

These answers haunt me;

As I’ve seen you die today.

Awaken in total darkness;

Seeing the old eyes under the same lids.

It keeps beating my heart out, with blood falling away

I fear it before;

But the shadows still live in me.

The mirrors have turned red;

The bones are scattered on the floor, and I live to see it.

My mind is full of pain;

I edge the blade to slit me away.

Oh, the pain I’m in, is bare to believe in.

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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