They felt light and feathery,
tickling my tongue as the words flowed off to float into his ears.
"I love you," they said,
the tickling turned to laughter
as the words bubbled into existence one string of letters after the other.
If only I knew then
that they'd soon become barbed,
cutting and bleeding as I struggle to push out the phrase,
piercing my lips and slashing my tongue until it is but fleshy ribbons.
I wish I'd known.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen 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...
