blood in his hands

the weight of what he’s done - a guilty killer.

a guilty killer’s perspective.

Photo by Satyam Pathak on Unsplash

The night remembers everything.
It presses close against his skin,
whispers through the silent room
of what has always been.

trembling hands cover
tearful eyes
heart beats so fast
blood cold as ice.

heaving breaths shadow,
darkness in the mind
knees hit the ground
salvation they find

The floor does not forgive him.
It does not turn away.
It holds the shape of what was lost,
of what he chose that day.

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throat raw with screams,
lips cracked with pain
red-rimmed eyes discover
the destruction they have lain

There is no prayer that leaves his mouth
that does not taste like rust.
No absolution in the dark,
no mercy he can trust.

And in that burning brightness
there is nowhere left to hide
only the echo of a life
that ended at his side.

legs are numb,
so how to run?
dark blood that’s his fault
blinds him like the sun.

-aniiverse

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