i am cold.
i can see my breath.
it distracts me from my impending death.
the moon bleeds through the sky’s grey skin.
my blue veins bleed bright red.
my blood stains taint the white sheets.
TheWriteStuff
a group of people who write things, i hope. we are snippets and thingos and whatsits and fiction and emotion and haikus and stories and conversation quotes and character ideas and whatever strikes us at the moment.
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