Cold and final, this touch
shuts down my eyelids,
silence slides down my throat.
I can still hear
the soft hum in your chest,
I can feel the trembling of your hands
as you tie the rope around my ankles
and wrists,
I can feel the snow biting on my skin.
I’m not a cat,
I don’t have nine lives to die,
I have nothing but this old coin
pressed on my tongue.
We all die,
some silenced by time,
some by knife.
“I have nothing but this old coin pressed on my tongue.”
I noticed that usually there’s at least one line that takes me in… that is like a keystone. This quote of yours is exactly that.
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Very emotive and grim! I like it 🙂
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Thanks guys, I really appreciate it and I’m happy that you liked it. That’s a sign that I should write more. *giggles*
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