A Breach in Internal Plumbing
Again and again,
I slam my head
against these bricks,
in hopes that
I'll get something,
anything,
out of it.
Ringing
fills my mind
with every crunch,
whispering,
encouraging me on.
Blood drips
down my neck,
clotting my ears,
blinding my sight,
I no longer
able to see
my foolishness.
I continue
long past
when the chimes
have ceased,
uncertain of
what else
to do.
And,
finally,
my time
runs out.
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