Two bullet-wounds.. one stab wound..

Two bullet-wounds.. one stab wound..
Down I lie.. Blood oozes..
My mouth.. My hands immovable..
My skin feels charred.
The shrapnel and the windown pane..
Cause me so much pain..
It rains.. The smell of wet Earth..
Darling.. Is that you?
You’ve come say goodbye.

Varun Rajagopalan.

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