Bleeding Soul Poem by Wendy Moravec
Bleeding Soul
There’s a storm within my soul
Trying to escape and take over me.
It wants to take over my very existence
It wants to rip into my brain.
The warm stickiness of blood
Is all that I have to show
Myself that I’m still alive.
My heart was shredded
Until there was nothing left.
And then he laughed.
My soul was so easy to take.
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