Bled

[Hannah Capps]

Malevolent blood coursing through her veins of something un-holy...Not founded in truth, corpse inside...Dead walking woman, the shattered thought's in her head are of bloodied carpets and soiled chromatic color bed sheets...Digging her own sedated grave plot...Disposed of Beelzebub's heart...He didn't forefather her...And yet he harasses her...She's an abscessed girl, wrapping her limbs inaccurately around her courageousness for tempting the mistress of anguish...She was the only kind one with her knifed bony fingers that twisted claws around her arms drawing red...Despoiled by Mr. morning star, her blood is on his hands...blackened rose with her crown of barbs pressed in and around her wrist depleting existence, merely surviving...Blush wine, lily-white blending and bleeding into her psyche...For the payoff of her insubordination, she must endure until demise or perceptiveness come...