Waking up
with a dagger pointed at your throat
is as terrifying as it sounds.
But what's scarier
is when it's your hand
holding it.

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When The Blood Ran Black
PoesiaWhen 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...
Dagger
Waking up
with a dagger pointed at your throat
is as terrifying as it sounds.
But what's scarier
is when it's your hand
holding it.