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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!
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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