He pushed open the door, the glass crunched beneath his feet. The floor was nothing but a mixture of blood and broken glass, the window had been broken in an attempt to escape or struggle of some form. Maybe they had tried to run away that would explain the small amount of blood over the… Continue reading Reality trip
Tag: trauma
after death
exactly one week ago, I had fallen and hit my head rather hard. the trauma was severe enough for me to lose consciousness, stop breathing, and my heart stopped. i was dead by the time the paramedics arrived. Although they were able to bring me back, I believe that part of me is still in… Continue reading after death
My Rotten, My Rose
She crouched in the corner, just bleeding and slicing and I cannot tell why I found it inviting. Yes, I might add, it was wholly exciting. Her blood even looked like a rose in the pale room lighting.