Flesh and Blood
a horror piece of poetry
the blood poured down my face,
thick and hot.
i held my bruised hands to my scalp,
i couldn’t make the bleeding stop.
what have I done this time?
feeling like I was holding myself together,
i bandaged myself back up.
wrapping layer upon layer of gauze to my bloody scalp.
the damage was already there.
a self-inflicted injury I am aware.
would anyone even care if I wasn't here?
Chloe Rose Violet🌹
I wrote this as a part of my "Writing Prompts for October Challenge" which you can view down below.
I have read a few people's posts in regards to this writing prompt challenge and I'd love to see some more!
Please feel free to comment on the original post or this one to make sure I see it as I will be picking my favourites from the month of October. I was hoping to find one for every prompt. Do one or do them all! Thanks for reading everyone.
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Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
I would care! Please be here! I wish I can somehow help stop the wound from bleeding 🥺
I'd definitely care. And damn, those scalp wounds bleed, don't they?
Well written! Great work!
Id care! Well written! Great work!