My Soul Lies Bleeding
by: Mari Adkins
May 17, 2007
Death sits on my lap
an uninivited guest
laughing at my discomfort
Unable to see his face
for the robes he wears
I know his smile
His arms rest around me
their weight on my shoulders
My soul lies bleeding
on the floor
Death whispers and laughs
into my ears
I lay my head down
at midnight
Without you
I am nothing
All my sunsets
taste of blood and tears
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Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I Sim, I TikTok, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my life partner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.
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