A slice of life.
Long nights… Motionless, edged. Only to feel lungs thinning, & hands shaking, intensely holding the piece of salvation that blesses you, defining you. You begin. The lump in your throat screams “no” more so, than the force of your fingers dousing your skin in crimson slits that whisper a sweet “yes”. You start to cry, you start to dig deeper… you start to fall to floor. You start to die slowly, on your bedroom floor, bleeding like you’ve always wanted. You satisfied yet?
