I stare at my computer screen.
The blue cursor blinking up at me as I read the autocorrection
it has made.
"love"
it says.
When I meant to write
"live"
And I have to stare
because I wish they meant the same thing.
YOU ARE READING
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...
