The Calm

It hits you soft

gentle in your mind

to smell it in the air

to feel it on your skin

to know

the turmoil will decay

the slash will heal

the demons in your soul

Freedom lies within

the crimson flow

from neck to ground

it sprays then drips

and the sound is fresh

hollow but clean

The return to ash

from where you came

 

(c) Frankie

 

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