Bloodstain

by R.C. McLeod

By R.C. McLeodPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

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There's a bloodstain on the concrete

where you took your final breath;

and even if September rain

can wash away the pain,

the memory remains concrete

where you took your final breath.

sad poetry

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R.C. McLeod

I am a YA-speculative fiction writer with a focus in sci-fi/fantasy. Writing has always been a passionate passtime for me, and has grown into my adult aspirations. For more about me, visit my personal site at www.rcmcleod.home.blog.

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