It wasn’t the poisoned apple that killed him, nor was it the beatings that followed. Not until the silent aftermath did his heart finally give out.
Skies bleed of rain when they become weak,
But I slit my wrist and watch it leak,
Scarlet veins, silver knife,
The easiest way to calm a life.
27 septembre 2006
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