And then the petals fell
And then the blood was spilled
After came the tears
After came the drunk silence
First came the metallic cold
First came the passing darkness.A two-hearts reign
Deep in my veins, your queen (I was)
Under our skin you assured me (I was)
But only the fragments remain.You said you like crimson
What now that you've been stricken?
The crimson thickens.Stillness has subjugated you now
Those wintry lips no longer tame
I will no longer bathe in shame
You hold the blame.A one-heart reign
Nothing was in vain
I love you: you said
What now that you're dead?
I now dress that shade of red
The one that gushed when you bled.
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Short stories that live inside
Ficción GeneralThis is a collection of shorts stories I've written. I hope you enjoy. (There is no specific genre)