Already Dead Poem by Cree Stewart

Already Dead



Scratches and Scrapes
Bandages Wrapt with Tape
Muscle Cramps and Headaches
and Still No Medic

The Room Starts to Spin
You Took That Pin
and Stabbed it in Your Skin
Just toFeel More Pain

Blood Ran Down Your Hand
You Didnt notice the puddle on the Floor
Still You Stabbed Moving Down Your Arm
and Around Your Hand

Forgetting the Main Vein
You Pierce it, It begins to Twitch
It stopped and You Started Up Again
Thinking That Felt Cool, You Pierce it Again

You Felt Faint and Cold
You Thought You Were Gonna Pass out
So You Stopped for a while
but What you didnt Know killed You

You Went To Rinse The Blood
There was To Much to Wash
It Kept Draining From Your Wrist
You Look In The Mirror, Your Pale

You Begin To hurt,
You Wish You Could Go Back

You Run to the Cabinet
And Wrap Mounds of Paper Towel Around It
It Does No Good, Blood Only Seeps Through
You Panic

You Call 911,
No Answer, You hang up and Call Again
but As Soon As She Answers
Your Already Dead

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Cree Stewart

Cree Stewart

Wyoming
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