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I Watched My Best Friend Die
I watched my best friend die
except there wasn't much blood--
just a glazing of the eyes,
a slowing of the heartbeat,
and a growing paleness
that also seemed to
infect his soul
because his laughter started fading,
his smiles dwindling,
and all the will to live
evaporating
along with whatever love
he held for me--
crumbling between our fingertips,
he continued to slowly perish
right in front of me,
and my hands didn't know what to do--
the rest of me was frozen,
helpless
because his wound was not visible,
not physical,
not treatable--
the pain instead pouring,
gushing out
of his damaged soul,
and even though is death wasn't gory
or immediate,
it didn't lessen how seeing him
lose himself to that darkness,
witnessing his spirit burning out,
was a slow torture that eventually
unraveled me to the point where
I forgot what I looked like whole again.
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