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A book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.

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the dripping

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by baileymariebugrodd

by baileymariebugrodd

Drip

All of my muscles ache.

Everything feels torn.

Broken.

Overused.

I sit up. Or, try to.

I end up flopping back down on the mattress.

Drip

I try again, gripping onto the sides of the bed.

It hurts so much.

Everything feels like it's shredded to bits.

I pull,

Slowly raising my body forward.

I think my skin is tearing.

Drip

I'm gripping my stomach,

I can feel something warm leaking through my fingers.

It's a thick liquid.

Slowly draining itself out of my body.

Drip

I place my feet on the floor.

The cold tile gives me goosebumps.

I stand up,

And my legs immediately give out.

I fall on the floor with a loud thump.

Drip

My bones feel hollow.

I'm sure if you knock on them it would echo.

The cold floor feels nice.

Makes me want to vomit less.

Drip

My cheekbone is starting to ache.

I have to get off of this floor.

Someone knocks on the door.

"rmesiegg? Eorykyauo?" They say.

Drip

My lips won't move.

They're melted shut.

The person knocks again.

"UDV FGVDADOS!!!!!!!!"

I didn't hear what they said.

My ears are ringing too loudly.

It hurts;

So, so bad.

Drip

The door opens.

People rush in,

I can feel hands on me.

It feels like fire;

Their skin on my skin.

Please don't touch me.

Leave me alone.

Please.

Drip

They pick me up,

Lay me back onto the bed.

No no nonononono;

Don't put me back up here.

Please let me go.

I need to leave.

I can't be here.

Drip

What is that sound?

It's echoing through the room.

The vibration is giving me a stroke.

The people are still in the room.

I can feel them.

Drip

I look to the side,

I found the source of the sound.

The dripping;

The pool of red on the floor.

She's staring at me.

I think my eyes are going to liquify.

Drip

She's just hanging there;

Upside down,

Dripping.

Her eyes are fixated on me,

But,

They're empty.

It's gross.

The top three inches of her head is missing.

I don't think her brain is there either.

Her body is just draining itself of all of its blood.

Drip

I reach to feel my scalp.

I don't.

Instead,

I feel something cold.

I press on it.

Something in my head bursts and I feel like I'm dying.

It stops when I relieve the pressure.

I'm touching my,

My,

Let me out of here.

Please.

Somebody let me go.

Drip