Free Hand #9

In the night

My mind spins. Blood boils, oh boiling not in rage. Not in peace, oh why why.

The sun shines. Shining and sweet against the flesh. 

How the blood runs cold. In the night. Your eyes bury themselves. Into your skin. Into your body. Why cold, why now?

Ramblings, into the darkness. The eyes are here watching us all go off into the night.


If you’re reading this, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you return in the future! 



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