Distortion

by lonelynow   Oct 1, 2007


And now I'm standing thigh deep in bloody waters
The colours creeping up my hips
Encircling my scars and weighing down my breasts
And my long hair is matted with blood
The white lace is ruined
And will never be the same
I hold crimson pools on every rib
And my eyes are cut and bloodied
I can feel blood drip between my shoulder blades
And I like it

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