Sanguine

she could feel
all the lines
every ache
in every pore
the skin cracked
bleeding at the seams
droplets on the carpet
it was so dark
and the impression of it
was heavy
weighted
it didn’t seem to
make any sense
it was quiet
as if deep inside
a tomb
but her labored breaths
hung in the air
filling the room
with the only sound
except the plops
lightly
hitting the ground
the floor ablaze
pooling
with crimson fluid

THE QUEEN OF HELL

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