I know when the end is coming
It creeps in, swallows your breath,
And leaves you gasping for air
That is thin and owns no name
The sound of your bones
Cracking
Wakes you from
A deep sleep
The tosses and turns
Cease
Water on your nightstand
Fills the pools in your eyes
Death by submersion
A Cornered Gurl 
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