Red.
A simple knife, bouncy curled hair.
Her.
Running, grabbing, shoving, screaming, hoping, praying, begging.
Pain.
Erupting from the throat it comes fast, be slow, be quick, be brave. Be smart. Slid underneath the pink wet tongue, slipping between the teeth,
Down the lips, down the chin and bam.
Blood. Thick drops, the taste is disgusting but we are used to this.
We know this.
Not anything knew. He walks up to you and grabs you by the throat,
It rushes out.
Red.
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PoesíaP R O M I S E? That dragon, the sweet jelly, the rosy red cheeks, the deep blue. W H O A R E Y O U ?
