I killed the monster
that took over my brother
his blood is splattered on my wings.
But in doing so I touched the venomous
evil running through its veins.
My hand is starting to change as I speak.
I will not turn into the murdering beast he was.
I will not have my brothers carry the burden
of my death on their conscience.
I still grip this mighty sword in my hand.
I will take my own life so that others can live.
Kimber Michaela 2012
wishes...wonders...words
Romantasy Author
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Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
constantly searching for my next adventure
Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry.
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A girl's journey to finding herself.
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
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