Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The fingers of death

This cruel, bottomless pit keeps dragging me back to its damp darkness. I try to claw my way back, but exhaustion is overtaking me. The touch of those cold fingers scares and appalls me.

I can still feel your touch at my fingertips. But it seems to be slipping away. I just want to put my head in your lap and sleep. 

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