Blood ran down my arm, and although it should be scaring me, it soothed me. There was no adrenaline, no action, no fear. No pain. It was calming, like how a river stream is calming. The blood ran around the hilt of the blade, down my chest, and pooled around me on the floor.
My eyes leveled, meeting the being who had inflicted my wounds.
My face almost looked foreign to me in the mirror.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
