BLOOD

My fingers touch my face.
They glisten crimson
in the fading light.
Red drops hit the ground
from my moist lips.
I feel parched.
A thirst I’ve never felt before.
I look around at the fallen bodies.
Throats ripped open.
Sightless eyes open.
I’ve...

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My fingers touch my face.

They glisten crimson

in the fading light.

Red drops hit the ground

from my moist lips.

I feel parched.

A thirst I’ve never felt before.

I look around at the fallen bodies.

Throats ripped open.

Sightless eyes open.

I’ve become one of them.

 

The Dead Game

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WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

Wilting.

Dry.

Strength taken

by the hot sun.

Need moisture.

Need shade.

Wait for the night.

Wait for the moon

to soothe your pain.

Dew in the morning to

to quench your thirst.

Be ready for a new day.