Black Blood



The words are dripping 
with black blood
soaking her wet 
from head to toe

She's trying to 
shoot out her words
at random target
to ease the bitterness

Her mirror is now 
blind as a bat
who can't even taste
her reluctant reflection

Dreading for tomorrow
her heart beats erratically
pumping pink pulses
disarming the blackness 

She wish that woman won't/couldn't come

Picture was borrowed from here.

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