bloody
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A sword flashes through my sight
Blood flying from its blade
I’m entranced
It’s beautiful
I stand slack
The image firm in my mind
My chest pinches
in an uncomfortable way
the air will not flow right
slowly seeping out
and leaving me breathless
Tears begin to collect,
from the pain,
the pressure,
Short
Quick
Breaths
Try and hold
Me together
But fail
In utter
Lack of strength.
Massive voids
Consume my middle
Bigger than me
Yet part of
Me
