For every one I have killed, I have killed the heart of two,
and taken the hand
of the most Sinister Man – his Red Blood has turned mine Blue;
and, no, I did not whisper under breath, or breath into his ear,
I simply looked through
a man, maybe two, who’s soul had smothered in fear.
I am satisfied! I am satisfied, as I swim throughout their ashes.
I feel their bones,
their dangerous undertones, then my Blue blood flickers and flashes.
Now, I know I am Queen of Sinister things;
this life, and, thereafter!
Every time I read your work I am in awe of the depth of your creativity and your gift for writing. Congratulations on your new book and best of luck with that!
Wow, you are scary!! 🙂 Luckily I’m not male. LOL
LOL…yeah sometimes it just comes out.
LOL, don’t I know it! That’s why we have to have other women to talk to. Maggie Mae, I like you!
🙂 Find me on FB. https://www.facebook.com/maggie.mae.9250 I love to keep in touch with other bloggers and make good friends there!!
If you do facebook, that is! I try to keep in mind that a lot of people do not!
no worries 🙂
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Love the first line; great set-up.
That is awesome. Just incredible
That is awesome. Just incredible.
F’n loved this, Maggie!!
“… his Red Blood has turned mine Blue.”
Such great imagery! And then at the end you become the Queen of Sinister things, what a clear picture that is.
Wow, love your blog and thanks for following mine. Deb
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