Sometimes beautiful.Sometimes demented.All but a colour and its bloody red.
Aug 30, 2010
Smile.
She smiled at me.She smiled at my neck.
While my neck smiled back at her,red all over.
I lay there mumbling filthy-bitch words.
She tch-tch-ed and smiled and wiped the blood off the blade with a swanky grey kerchief.
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