Poetry

Murderess

TKG

Blood,

Spilt.

He’s not okay.

Brain,

Scrambled.

He’s not okay.

Heart,

Exposed.

He’s not okay.

Soul,

Lost.

He’s not okay.

Bleeding,

Inside out.

Beating,

Faster.

Bleeding,

Quicker.

Falling,

Harder.

Landing into

Darkness.

He’s not okay.

While she

Stands in the light,

Holding the blade

Seeming to be

Okay.

Published by TKG

Born to write.

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