Sometimes
I wonder
if there was ever an angel
whose halo didn't fit quite right.
So when she tried to fix it,
it ended up sliding down her head
to encircle her throat
and choked her.
And then I wonder
if I am that angel.
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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...
