"Are you alive?"
I nod.
"Prove it."
I inhale deeply letting breath gather, collect and escape my lungs.
He shakes his head, a smile starting to form.
I raise my hand, showing him the bleeding drops from the thin cut.
He laughs.
"Silly girl. Blood does not always mean you are alive.
Sometimes it means the complete opposite."
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Where is the Sun?
Poetry☼ I wished upon a star but realized it was night. The sun that I had wished upon, had left me forever blind☼ ► sporadic updates ► poetry book ► thank you for reading ©world_joy_ Cover by @daisybrowser
