Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #34: Use the following sentence within a piece of poetry or prose. “We all bleed the same.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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We Do Not Die
"We all bleed the same." The words drip off my tongue like honey, the lie spreading over the earth, people repeating them as though they mean something. Don't they know that it means nothing to bleed? It means nothing to say we all bleed the same.
We all bleed the same.
But he bleeds more than me, ruby crystals spilling onto the grey sidewalk, the smell of it filling the air, and I can't watch anymore.
She doesn't bleed either, she films it with her phone, sharing it with her friends and I scream at her to help.
Still he bleeds, and there is too much of it.
Whirling sirens, flashing red and blue, a garish sight, and still the blood spills over my fingers, dripping onto my jeans.
We all bleed the same, but we do not die the same.