Broken Pieces

Pitter, patter as mirror shards Rain down on the porcelain sink Looks like star fragments and dust Mixed with splatters of blood From the hand still pressed Against where my reflection was -Kel Dayheart

Hollow Hunger

They demand blood and guts A gory macabre To satisfy their hunger But the more you feed it The more hollow you feel -Kel Dayheart

Bloody Mary

Call her three times And with no delay She will appear But you'll only see He briefly before Your eyes are The same as her name -Kel Dayheart

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