...and Cassandra will follow into pockets too close to mine

[inked_rorschach]

there is a point where the blood on nuckles,
the rush to the ears,
the grip of the head begins to calm a constant.
A point when luck runs dry...
a point at which all stands still to stare intentionally.
Eyes blink too many times before the tears.

It's nights like this that I wish He carried Cassandra, his knife, with him.
Blood will fall.

Comments

[plasticguns]

its about time you wrote stories were i kill people.