Day 187 – The Art Of Blood – Whispered Words

Salty,

thick,

and warm,

washing over me,

spraying from your throat,

with each pump of your heart,

your life is draining away,

you stumble,

you tumble,

you crash,

into the ground you fall,

you panic,

you gurgle,

you gasp,

for hope,

for air,

for life,

but nothing can save you,

nothing at all,

not now you’re mine,

not now you’re under my thrall.

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