Blood Trickles on to white surfaces,
Seeps on to Checker floors,
As she raises the knife to her throat,
She thinks to lock the doors.
As she takes her final breath
In the world as it remains
She wonders what comes next
Will she be jugged and sentenced with chains?
Or will death be as cruel as a cinema playing aloud all her sins?
Over and over again until new worlds begin.
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