Abigail Leigh Jowett
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I Touch Your Arm
I touch your arm. Cold.
Skin ice cold like your soul.
Take that. A cut. Blood poured
making the pavement evil.
Goosebumps. I ran my fingers through your hair.
As you lay there
You squirm and squeal.
No one will hear your screams.
Give up. Give up I shouted.
Your piercing blue eyes lost their shine.
Lifeless. You're a rag doll.
No movement. No breath.
I took your soul like you took my heart.
I gave you all I had. You gave me nothing.
But now I'm the one in control.
I had a choice. Life or death
The urge for this kept me ...