Selene
Blood
Copyright Selene
she tightly locked her door,
no one would know.
they couldn’t know.
it wouldn’t be able to stand it.
she did it anyway.
she took the steak knife
and sliced as hard as she could.
blood came gushing out,
it splattered every where.
as she cleared the flowing blood away
she saw the white of her bone
and she sat that way
and then…. she died.
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