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The Blade I stand alone, waiting for the moment When silence wraps itself around me I am broken, thin as paper I hear the blade slice through my mind I shuffle along, my shoulder bumping each doorway I enter I am nearly there, again I hear the blade, sharp edged, cutting away at my life The inside of my mouth tastes powdery, like fine sand Strange manifestations assail my eyes Confusing day and night Preventing my progress in reaching the last door that is marked home I stagger towards it, like a blind man When I feel the blade slice through for the last time… ©AnitaDawes2023
This one gave me goosebumps!
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
That certainly is a nightmare or a slasher movie!
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I’m not sure where that one came from, and I don’t think Anita does either!
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lol Deep, deep inside! 🙂
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Beautiful, but very sad. Don’t be so sad, there is always a light in the sky! xx Michael
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Thank you, Michael…
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Always a great honor and pleasure to me! Enjoy your week! xx Michael
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Thanks for sharing this…
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Dark, and sad, but beautiful. ❤
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Thank you so much, Kitty…
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