Writing Aesthetics: "Bloodless"
"Last time I was waiting for pain that didn't come. This thin velvet ribbon tying me to humanity, to life was gone at last. The ghosts of things gone, people, feelings, memories filled my veins for the one last time.
My blood has turned, from red, to black, to saltwater, to ghosts. And now I can feel it leaving - dripping away as the world continues to drain. And I know, I feel it in my bones - this time there will be nothing left. They will all leave and once again I'll be empty.
Suddenly in the fog the howl peals out. Screaming are the moors, the forests and the swamps, and that's how I'm sure that they know. They've seen it all, their rage matches mine. They're my shadow, my echo,the only part of me that's still alive."
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