This Blood On My Hands
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Last published Fri, Oct 26, 2012
The blood covers the floor. I see it without seeing it. The crimson staining my hands. Screaming echos in the air. I hear it without truly hearing it. Is it me? Am I screaming? The scent of iron fills my nose. I smell it without smelling it. Why is it suffocating my airway? The sticky feel of the scarlet on my hands and legs. I feel it without really feeling it. Is it my blood?
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