And as the silver of the blade pierced the curve of your neck,
Blood flew into the air,
Suspended in velvet drops of horror,
Made the blue sky purple into sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Unraveling
PoetryA spill of a heart onto pages. The darkness and beauty of blood into words.
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And as the silver of the blade pierced the curve of your neck,
Blood flew into the air,
Suspended in velvet drops of horror,
Made the blue sky purple into sorrow.
