A wing brush against my face,
A whisper of wind past my ears.
That’s my only sign you are here,
That’s the only warning my death has come,
That’s my only sign…
I do not feel the blade as it plunges into my heart,
Nor do I see my life’s blood blossom from my gaping chest.
I see nothing, I feel nothing
For I am nothing.
A contest entry
- Shorter The Better! by My Darkness.
400 points, ended July 4, 2007, 27 entries
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