Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 5
He clenched his fists so hard he could feel the blood from his palms flow past his fingers and drip to the ground in a warm, steady pulse. "ander! you're bleeding again!" hezzi said, concerned, but ander barely heard him. _calm down, ander.
Color other than monotone
Partly white but it might stay for the night to stop fright_** **_oh yellow, yellow my room is colorfulr shade of harsh mellow_** **_oh the people of people some of the color that is cherished is full of hate and revenge on the hand with the knife dripping
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips on the floor, the beat that drives me insane. "make it stop. make it stop." lips feebly yell. are these lips my own? is this voice my own?
Ode to my Udder
Sad i cant use pants or underwear and now it sways and jiggles when i stride some nudity is nice but people stare my big udder is from a dairy cow milking myself so often is a chore i feel the needy fullness growing now ignored, my teats will drip
Hero, Chapter 18 - Katafront
Aris stood next to her, his muzzle rippling with a snarl and his metal claws dripping drops of blood and rain. she glanced over her shoulder. torren was still dancing back and forth with his opponent.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 33
._ and then the blade would pop out with that beautiful cracking sound, all wet and dripping, maybe with little bits of bone and brain stuck to the edge... he could do it. he could do it so easily.
Guns & Arrows: Segment of my book "Planes"
Sweat gathered on sevlow's furred forehead and slowly dripped into his blue eyes until he blinked them away.
To Touch The Sky Chapter 2: Breaking Point
Nathan stirred in the bed, arms thrashing and flailing out at invisible nightmares, sweat dripping from his body, clutching the sheets to him.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 8
He approached the table, his feet crunching through the glinting fragments, blood dribbling from his hand, flowing down his fingers, dripping onto the floor.
To Be Kissed By A Wolf (WIP)
Takuya had just gotten out of the bathroom; his chestnut brown hair was dripping a sign he had just gotten out of the shower. he walked over to his mirror, and started to examine his feature, looking back at his crimson eyes.
The Eyes
The drips that fall upon my face can never wash it all away. my hands seem old, lifeless, decrepit, like old gnarled trees covered with blood. but the eyes- the eyes that hold no light- only cold hatred- they watch me.
Poem #74: Wading
When all is over and done, you feel dirty all over, as your body is dripping with grease, and you just want to take the longest shower of your lifetime to wash away the memories. ~bhscorch [!