murder. thats what i call it. but then again murder implies it was intentional to kill that person.
but why was her hands trembling like she was high off sugar? sugar? ha- this killing was not sweet. however, the size of the grain of sugar was probably how much guilt she felt after her killing spree.
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blood. blood everywhere- and yet nowhere.
how you ask¿ simple.
this was not a physical murder that beings can see... but the murder that the heart can feel and the victims can hear.
this murder was the murder of my heart.
the very thing keeping me alive-and yet killing me internally.
her hand is digging and scratching inside of me, taking every piece of me that she can until she is satisfied with the beauty she has made of me. she is never done with my cries at night until the full moon disappears beneath us.
why is the love i given her is the very one that is intoxicating my blood- the very one that she owns and destroys with a single smile that was meant for me but shown to someone else ..
