Blood
Its soothing really. when she thinks about it.
Running down her arms in a uniform red line
coating her fingers and staining her pale skin
and oh how it washes away
leaving vapor trails in her mind of the way the red seems to invade everything
Sometimes she thinks its the only part of her truly alive
its the only part that can make an impact anyway
no one will notice the stain of memories
or the clash of waisted breath on tired cries
but the raw red rush of 2 am fuck ups
is harder to ign...
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