Sunday, February 12, 2006

blood stripes down
wraps around
tiniest wrist bones
inside she groans
no idea whats shes done
no idea
no thoughts just pure satisfaction
gun held to her lips
blood races
down puddling in her messy clothes
she waits for someone
to hear all of her woes
lifted up beyond the cloud
or thats how the story in her mind goes

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