they snagged on her gown
as she attempted to flee
the retched night that had gone horribly wrong,
they worked with the enemy
to ensure she would not escape this town,
piercing her satin embroidery
and tearing at the draped silk,
hooking into her flesh, softer than a rose’s petal.
she gasped as pain struck her
and little rivers of blood streamed down her skin
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
they snagged on her gown
as she attempted to flee
the retched night that had gone horribly wrong,
they worked with the enemy
to ensure she would not escape this town,
piercing her satin embroidery
and tearing at the draped silk,
hooking into her flesh, softer than a rose’s petal.
she gasped as pain struck her
and little rivers of blood streamed down her skin
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