EVERY TIME THE SMELL
FILLED THE AIR
SHE KNEW
IT WOULD COME
THE CRACK AND POP
OF BONE
AGAINST HER SKIN
FLYING, AT TIMES
BARE
OTHER,
ADORNED
IN BRASS
OR JEWELS
CAUSING BLOOD
TO FLOW
OR RISE
TO A BRUISE
HER LOVE
OR HER SIRE
BOTH
OR EITHER
THE PAIN
IS THE SAME
THE SMELL
A SWING
SPRAWLED ON THE FLOOR
BROKEN AND BLEEDING
REACHES FOR THE DOOR
HE GRABS
NEVER CAN SHE LEAVE
Author notes
Sorry it's been so long guys time just hasn't been my friend lately...or ever for that matter i hope you enjoyed it if you have any questions please feel free to ask.
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