He stared down at the bloody body beneath him as he choked on the thick scent of iron, the only light of the grim scene escaping from a dying piss-yellow street lamp. His heart sank as the feeling returned to his hands– the unspeakable sensation of an utterly drenched knife's handle crashed into him like a brick wall.
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Nonsense and Noise - A Collection of Poetry and Micro-fiction.
NouvellesWords unspoken, letters unsent. Odes to deep and dark December. A roller-coaster of a mad man's ramblings with nothing to his name but a pen, paper, and neon ink.
