When she swept into my life,
chaos lit her eyes
and insanity stained her smile.
Her laughter had the strength of typhoons,
resonating in the marrow of my bones to hold me captive.
When she came,
the ferocity of her arrival tore everything apart,
the tatters of my life falling in her wake.
Doors broke down,
windows were shattered.
I stood by to watch.
And I smiled.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoesíaWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
