WRITING 201: Deep, Dark, Dreary

Her heart ripped her apart. Now it’s my part to take all her wrath. Sharp as diamond knife cuts through me to end her life. Oh, my pain, is it her gain? Oh, will this cut, erase her hurt? Oh, will this wound, do any good? I froze as her blood flows. I feel the… Continue reading WRITING 201: Deep, Dark, Dreary