Knife struck my chest
eyes stared
to you
stared at the knife
imbedded
blood flowered
on my dress
held the steel
touched your face
mouth opened
words would not flow
from dry lips
I simply murmured
blood engulfed
the blade
hands wet
stained fingers sticking
falling to the ground
only to whisper
why
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There’s a lot of pain in this. Your writing is really good once again.
I blush and I thank you Deana 🙂 x
Loved the second para…the way you described the blood flowing was just perfect..
Thank you RG I am grateful for your comments (as always) xx
Ohhh! This is cutting and deep. Hugs Paula x
For want of other words…. 😉 thanks honey xxxx