Hey remember when I did blackout poems all of the time but then I just stopped doing them? Well guess who went on a blackout spree tonight?~

They enjoy her suffering, not her mindless horror.
They wanted to right the way she removed her heart: a weapon.
It glowed golden and faded.

A noticeable laugh warmed like a sun.
Draw the mistake of a heart.
A flush took root with what it meant- a mistake.

Memory looked familiar to the flood.
Fear felt the move.
Stumble into the light along the back of remembering.
Stand down and taste blood.