The bats swarmed and spinned in the air.
They looked like a black breathing blob in the dim moonlit sky.
As the blood dripped and streamed from my wounds.
The bats dispersed, leaving only me in the field.
I heard howling then.
Then, for the final time, I closed my eyes.
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Poetry And Mixed Feelings
PuisiSome poetry that I have written over the years. I WARN YOU NOW! SOME OF THEM ARE TRIGGERING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
