It's a shame, wasn't it?
To see her lay on the floor
bleeding
To watch such a beauty convulse under the
white
sterile
lights
Blood so dark it looked black on the
beige
tile
floor
She gasped
She choked
What a wondrous thing to behold
It's amazing,
wasn't it?
To watch her die
Soaked
in her own blood
Drenched in sweat
A
Horror-striken
Face
And
Glassy
Vacant
Eyes
Curious little thing
She
was
Story maybe
Poem maybe
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homicidam donari POV
رعبMouth wide open she gasped like a fish Not out of water just out of blood
