bleeding.
First timid drops, then jets thick, clots.
His mouth was rimmed with red fluid pouring from his skin, his veins in his body was soaked.
His lips were confused at such humidity, fresh moisture. Flooded.
from her eyes, her tear, her eyelashes ... gushing, flowing, growing ... blood.
bleeding.
Her brown hair river water become red, dark
mind transformed into stone and stained crimson.
This time, he was mortally wounded. Other
sometimes only covered with tears.
Not this time.
Sometimes he used to know how to use weapons to perfection, struck with "words."
Not this time.
He wanted change, and used the deadly weapon. Silent.
His weapon was the most absolute silence and deadliest of all.
(Maybe the attack was not premeditated, but it happened)
His weapon was assassinated, a slow and painful death.
No spasms nor crying, not shaken by anything.
blind, blind. Knight
blind. Perhaps
thought the game would end as usual.
But not this time.
She was bleeding.
dying.
He could not see, or know ... it was gone.
That murderer, she, bleeding, just loved.
Roxana
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