I actually have no idea what this is. I intended it to be poetry, but it's not really poetry so much as me fiddling around with the enter button.
If you have any tips on how I could make this better (i.e. more poetic), I'd be happy to hear it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm.
She's his rose, cheesy as it may sound.
Soft and brilliant and beautiful, and sharp to the touch.
...
Lethal on the outside.
...
With a h-heart of gold
...
And the sharp thorns of arrowheads sticking out of her.
And the crimson brilliance of blood staining her.
Her cheeks are bleaching white.
Her colour is seeping out between his fingers.
A nervous sense of energy floods him.
Oh God, what is this, why can he not stop moving?
What is this what is this?
His fingers fidget against her (bloody) shoulder.
His arms tremble (like her own gurgling form).
And then—
He stops moving.
Just like the girl in his arms.
There are three of these... uh... whatever you call them... three of these things which I wrote, and normally I would have stuck them all in one doc and made them a oneshot except FF's funny with the formatting so I decided to just put them into three chapters and put lines where the breaks would be.