every gambit failed
a needle through my bluff
extracting all that's left of me
I hadn't
A hope
They held the plunger still and asked
if I had learned my lesson
if blue and gold in diamonds
had broken
my stubborn
necessities and habits stuck
in ruts along the floor
had they finally trained me
to leave it
for their
dribbling empty sliverings
dripping from their throats
puddling cold in tiles slick
reaching for
the door
to cut off the next escape before
it had the heart to start
gestating in my mind but not
a born thing
alive
the hope was some stillborn regret
the needle had no limit
they asked again but smiled wide
they knew I
was finished
About the Creator
Corwynna
I'm a 28 year old writer and biologist with a million hobbies and enough passion for all of them!
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