Tag Archives: blood
On the floor
The rattle of her lungs made her rethink about picking herself up off the floor; she laid there, with her left cheek pressed to the cement, blinking slowly, trying to focus on the boots of the man who stood over … Continue reading
Bleeding Out
First cut, to bite deep into the bracelets of fortune; second cut, to lay open the fault lines; third cut, to make it like a hat trick. How many times must I show you the insides of everything I have … Continue reading
You and I
I still think of and am caught up short by the memory of your eyes, your mouth. I have never beheld your true face nor have I kissed you but I know what you taste like. I know it because … Continue reading
What do you say?
The rich, sweet, rolling tones of a low Arabic-accented English combine with a language of hate, brutal and thick with fury, whispered softly in a thin veneer of calm. The cold-eyed man with a streak of iron gray in his … Continue reading