Soul Reaper Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez

Soul Reaper



light headed,
the taste of copper
fills the air
rust and salt
can only compare,

as it drips to the floor
slow and thick
a sickly sweet smell

but the blade can
only cut so deep
it needs to reap
every emotion from your soul
Afterall isnt that the whole goal

to get a smile, from the pain?
that is why i used my blade

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