⚠TW: BLOOD/GORE-CENTRIC
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crimson spattered against white porcelain,
pooling,
forming tiny rivers,
as it flows,
down.
down.
down, the drain it goes
the metallic scent of iron clinging in the air,
the scent filling your nostrils as you inhale.
the drip-drip-dripping echoing away,
inside your brain.
you stare at the beautiful shade of liquid red,
so pretty,
yet so deadly.
you reach forward and touch it,
the deep crimson shade stains every-thing in its path.
if you were to open your mouth
you would not only taste the metal in the air
but your sense of smell would increase,
and you would smell, and taste, the coppery scent of iron blood on the tip of your tongue.
driving you insane.
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a book of poetry
Poetry【cover is not my art.】 what the title says. and welcome, to my fucked up brain! TW: mostly covering declining mental health, loss, etc. ⚠ ⚠ trigger-warnings shall be put beforehand, when things like gore and violence are involved. ⚠ will have incons...
