Vishakha Purohit

Freelance Content Developer And Fiction Writer

Blood Thirst

It was the time of sunset

When he was walking

A beautiful lady stood there

Unknown of what was coming

He walked towards her

While she was

Hurt and bleeding

He sympathized with her

And offered help

It was the time of sunset

When he was walking

He held her arm

The scent so irresistible

She was terribly scared

His cold body and red eyes

So scary and uncontrollable

The next day, she was not there

No news, nothing of her

Blood thirst cost her more.

 

 

 

 

 

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