the blood bubbled from her skin,
tiny shards of garnet.
that red seeped from her wrists,
coating everything it touched.
her soul poured out from her arms,
like prey escaping the hunter.
her mind was like a child's,
ever-changing, swirling out of control.
her heart, now a bitter stone,
had been carved out from the cold.
she looked down at the mess she had made,
watching all that red pour.
that red was all she thought about
as she sunk down to the floor
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Poems n Stuff
Poesiathis is just an ongoing collection of some of the poems I've made everything in this book is original and belongs to me, please don't copy my work
