Tag: freeverse

  • Freestyling Edge

    She feels the sharp edge of darkness closing in Flashes of red pulsing almost rhythmically Each one timed with a wave of pain. Reaching out she makesĀ a whimpering sound Too much too bear It shouldn’t be this hard. With crisp sound, foil breaks The pills slide down She slumpsĀ to the ground Sweet. Chemical. Relief. This…