Poetry

Murderess

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.

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