Echoes…

Chase at my heels
The wounds
That once were stitched
Tightly
Slip from
Their bonds
And fester
And grow
Until they consume
Me
The last words
That she breathed
Were words
That sent me to the guillotine
Echoes…
Struggling to breathe.
Fatalistic whores
All fall in time.
My wounds bled me
To death.