{"sf1_id":525564,"sf2_id":"yndzAave","title":"Hurt","author":"Ciele","words":100,"posted_at":"2013-04-12T06:17:00.000Z","tags":["Angst","Love","hurt"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/525564-hurt","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndzAave","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6d/52/6d52f645-da1f-4ab6-8daf-9bad3240b7c2","description":"#3 of Poetry","content":"Don't bleed, hold the bleeding my love,\n\nThe tears tear through these seams,\n\nGod's Black Hand has no blood,\n\nAnd now I awake from this dream,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy love, your body so cold,\n\nQuiet and silent, so blue,\n\nMy hand empty, nothing to hold,\n\nMy soul, to death it dues,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThis black suit, dirty and torn,\n\nThis pink dress, graceful and sorrowed,\n\nTogether death, such deadly thorns,\n\nThis fake life, mistakenly borrowed,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe candle lights the room,\n\nDon't bleed my love, don't bleed no more,\n\nThe sun sets, death looms,\n\nFlail and squirm, upon the floor,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/525562-disturbance.json"}}