With every lick and twirl of my tongue I tasted the saltiness of my own blood. It wasn't pleasant. It felt acidic. I had had an injury from a fall resulting in deep cuts on my lips outward and inwards. The bleeding had been immense, and continued even after the lips were joined together at … Continue reading I tasted blood!
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DEATH OF HONOUR
They were celebrating my dying bit by bit with their cheerful screams and claps. Oh! It was deafening. Here I lay choked up in pain and they appeared passionate over my anguish. I had reached the final stage of my breathing as I heard the bells ringing. These were the bells hanging around the dark … Continue reading DEATH OF HONOUR
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