5 Minute Fiction

Bloodline

It should have been you,

Not her.

Your visits a thunderstorm.

Dust of hatred follows.

A failed soul amongst the others.

There is zero hope for you.

I’ll save myself,

I’ve done so before.

For I see the beauty,

You are blind to.

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5 Minute Fiction

Blooming A.

Tightness spreads through the chest, blossoming.

Future thoughts caused this.

Blood, warm and wicked pulsating stronger with each second.

Focused breathes as deep as the ocean, willing it to stop.

When it’s done, it simmers below. A haunting reminder.

Only beauty is shown on the outside to the unknown.