Breath Part II
As he lets go I feel around for something sharp,
Here it is,
an old broken broom handel.
Pushing it threw his motionless heart,
his face confused,
i heard a voice close by.
I grabbed her throat and pushed her against a tree,
The vain in her neck grabbes my attention,
but she is smart,
I go to bit her,
but I fall back to see a branch in my chest.
I am noones for I am dead.
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