Shh...
It’s dark…That’s what I think
as I stare down
at it…
It pours from me
and I stare
fascinated
by it’s darkness…
Healthy blood
is supposed to be dark…
I’m healthy…
Young and healthy…
yet
I’m dying…
My shirt is
drenched with it,
sticky with it…
The darkness spreads
and my arms lay
in the pools
of it…
The ceiling isn’t dark…
It’s one light
shines,
the ceiling
impeccably clean…
Does he always
keep it so clean?
Possibly.
I move my arm,
it slides…
Disgusting.
I’ve made the
floor dirty…
Darkness.
The stains will
never come out…
Shadows…
He’s punishing me.
Silver…
Sweet singing Silver…
”Shh…”
Shh…
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