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Unforgiven

Cold marble tiles. Short, hasty breaths.
I haven’t moved for hours, not since I fell. Driven by imperishable need, but I missed you by an inch.
Your amiable eyes shut open with terrifying clarity.
I wonder what you’ll do, if you’re starting to regret. I wonder if you know.

Pain. Focus on the pain. Overwhelming waves of blinding… nothing.
Hardened blood on my hands, and I know it’s mine. Wash away my sins before I am burned. Wash away my note, my final words, cleans the stains off your dress.

I’m numb. Loss of blood perhaps. My life was a circle of vast emptiness. Blurry darkness. You knew. No surprise.
Maybe you will find it and understand. You will succeed and so will I.
I missed you by an inch, but the distance is closing in.

Obliteration. You see, my face is pale, my hands are white, my feet are bare, I’m shivering on the floor, but the distance is closing in.
There’s peace, knowing you will not last. People, like you and me, were born to die.

Ice cold marble tiles. Faceless white eyes.
Agony calls and I remember to smile. You’ve got blood on your hands, and I know it’s mine. But I got your heart…

… on my knife.

Unforgiven

Kirstine Dieckmann

Skørping, Denmark

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