Blood Widow

Blood Widow

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Deep in a neverending meadow, there is a woman. A woman with a tale that cut her heart out and stamped all over it. There she lies, with a poem depicting how she lives... Have you no mercy? (A little poem I started typing randomly one day. Rather creepier than my other poem. Reads and comments are appreciated. :)
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A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? What is she? What is she supposed to do when the world resets, and more and more of the city is demolished. She's running out of time. *Completed*

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