𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

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a bloody nose.

dripping or pouring,

it runs down your lips and chin.

dark scarlet streaks,

threatening to never end.

uncontrollable and terrific.

it coats the back of your throat,

the taste of torture on your tongue,

and it hits your feet,

creating your own personal red carpet.

now walk down it with your bloodstained teeth—

and smile.

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