The End

In an empty house of 460sf.
Fidget cut off the pale and slim wrist
Fresh blood pervaded
With A/C 23 degree
Soon air-dried


I Escaped
Abandoned my dead body
Jumped from the height of 13 floors
Panic
I forgot my innocent wings
Grounded in chaos and brains

Aerosphere returned to peace
The very last image
Reflected in the split pieces of the street lights
Crashed on the flying bus
Ground
Extinguished
Dark

The End.