Two shots fired. Pop, pop Everything slows.
I can feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body, everywhere, right down to my toes.

Tell me, have you seen a bullet penetrate the skin? Rip through flesh?
I hope for your sake that your answer is no. One push and one release. Crimson liquid. Flowing fast So bright, so fresh.

Smell the iron. Its scent: rich and thick.
How would I describe it consistency? Slick.

(C) 2015
#blood  
Whose blood is it, anyway?
Deyalyn Batista
Deyalyn Batista
May 20, 2014      May 20, 2014

My hands are red and sticky from trying too hard,
I can feel them losing grip around your wrists.
Whose blood is it, anyway?
Dripping on the concrete,
Swirling down the drain,
Staining our soles.
Is it mine or is it yours?

#love   #blood  
my blood
luna
luna
Apr 16

my blood
is like honey on bones
it drips down
like an ice cream cone

#blood   #bones   #honey  
Blood is made for promising:
Myfanwy Warlow
Myfanwy Warlow
May 7, 2014

Blood is made for promising:
I will keep my blood
I will love my family
And I will love my blood.
I have but lonely pints of blood
And pints of lovely life.
one glass incardenine
To sip for all time,
And make it last all night.
I will not fill my blood with wine
Or rage or boiling spite.
For when I am done
the blood shall run
And love shall step aside.

#love   #death   #blood   #family  
Letting them feed on the drops of blood pouring down my arm
Ariel Taverner
Ariel Taverner
May 6, 2014

I have cages below me
I float above them
My antigravitational force being my belief that I am superior
U take my blade and look at the captives in my cages
It seems to be close to feeding time
They are
Afterall
Throwing themselves agaisnt my cages
So I take out my blade
Letting them feed on the drops of blood pouring down my arm
They are sated

Lityle so they know
Ther is POSION IN MY BLOOD

HA
HA
ha
ha

The blood vats
Joshua Amos Graff

The blood vats
Stirring clotting goo
A tepid sticky stew
Crimson mess
Spilt on the floor
The hungry goblins
Gulping the pulpy gore
Plasma swimming
In spider web veins
The dripping fluid
Sticking to you
Soaking through
The stained washcloth
Swirling in the warm bath
Cloudy dispersion
Smoky mass
Dark diluting
And disappearing
Through time
And loss
So here we are
Generations of
Vampire blood
Leaching the life force
Spreading the plague
And bleeding
Life from one generation
To the next

#death   #vampire   #blood   #lifeforce  
fingertips but you still have the same blood.
Lauren A Todd
Lauren A Todd
May 14      May 14

Can you see the water dripping from your mother's mouth?  
It's been giving you life since before your father ever took a sip.
And at times, it scorches the prints right off your fingertips but you still have the same blood.
This same blood, which mixes with the water dripping from your own mouth, turns to wine as your lover grazes each corner of the lips that always turn down.
And as they purse into the softest circle, you remember the way your mother smiled with her mouth, full.

#love   #mom   #blood   #redemption  
Ariel Taverner
Ariel Taverner
May 6, 2014

I love?
Your          POSION
dear one
Because
It numbs mine?!

I'm staining your raiment with blood while rolling my tongue to create a spu

I'm staining your raiment with blood while rolling my tongue to create a sputum so that I can wipe off that blood from your raiment. But, you know what I don't want you to clean your shroud because it is a paradigm of our potential—blood. This blood is so potent that it will remind you of me because it is our dark side where we encapsulate. It is something which makes us distinct in our privy shell. Smears of this blood can create revolutions. You know how? Its redness denotes the umlauts of our love and its states depends upon the crests and troughs of our relationship. When we are reaching the crests, it gets brimmed with oxygen and give rise to a new life but the best part is that our troughs don't boost up the mortality rate, instead bring us back to the life. See, how such a small drop of red liquid is so significant for the two of us. It's because it's not a drop of 'liquid' but life. Blood is life, life is blood. We are blood, blood ARE us!

#blood  
and the blood filled me instead
Arlo Disarray

My heart had fallen empty
to a point where it was dead
It wouldn't beat for me
and the blood filled me instead

My head had overflown
with the crimson paint inside
An ugliness had grown
from my bloody water slide

The blood just kept on raining
from my tear ducts and slit throat
I used my blood for painting
as I scribbled you this note

#sad   #depression   #pain   #dark   #blood  
 
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