unwilling certainty -
i know what awaits me beyond this door...
chilling absurdity -
reluctant to admit that i've been here before.
the bathroom would be steamy, filled with a misty haze;
and i would stare, in awe, at what this gruesome scene portrays...
the water would be running, mingling with the red
on the bloodstained tiles;
the echo of death in the air would be a silent testimony
of ordeals more vile...
embraced by her watery grave, she'd be lying there,
eyes bereft of life's sparkle, fixed in an eternal stare...
the blade would be there too, the one that seized
her last needful breath.
contradictory to her grim surroundings, she'd be
peaceful in death...
and i know that when i find her, she'd be tragically free.
but she would be my tragedy, she would be me....
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