| TICKET TO FREEDOM |
| There it lays on the table shinning in the ligh of the lamp. A ticket to freedom. Silver in color, one edge sharp and one edge dull. It calls out my name seeking to be used. Slowly I pick it up with no hesitation. I stare at its beauty and lower it to my wrest. From the left to the right and back again I let it slide as it goes deeper and deeper into my arm. The skin parts as blood spews out. The raiser, once shinny, is now red in color. The blood trickles to the ground. I feel it rissing up as it starts to come out my mouth. Everything around me starts to spin and darken. I feel my freedom finally coming to me. And I am finaly free. |