please don't look at me.
if you do,
you'll look right through me.
my skin is transparent,
my bones hollow and frail,
even my blood is clear.
don't come closer.
please.
you'll see it all.
you'll see the black
that slides between my muscles,
the darkness that runs with my breaths.
please.
i'm begging you.
please please please
pleasepleasepleaseplease
please don't do it.
i don't want to know
how you'll look when you see.
YOU ARE READING
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...
