Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
First Kill
I hear the hiss,
Of the knife, whistling
Through the air.
My stomach goes numb
As I feel the slash.
And then fire!
It burns! Oh, how it burns!
But it lends something,
Clarity and anger.
It helps,
More than I can say,
To overpower my opponent.
The adrenaline gone,
I feel the pain.
It is draining.
I see the blood,
So much of it.
All mine.
My head feels heavy,
I am sinking.
So much for my first kill.
poem
by
Anushna Satapathy
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black