this is the breakdown of the scrapes on my knees:

a mosquito sang a soft song and laid to sweetly **** on my blood.

i thought they would know i was on their side.

they still ******.

you were shocked.

i was used to it in fact i didn’t even notice while it was happening.

we climbed on slippery rocks and pebbles in the running water.

cold and you tenderly looked at me for answers.

i thought of him and wanted to cry darkly but i couldn’t.

you didn’t understand who i was thinking about neither did he.

i was sitting on a rock the only stable one and thinking about how easily i could let go relax my hands and float off.

i stayed gripping fantasizing.

by the time we reached the shore our knees were red and swollen you wanted to kiss my knees i let you.

i thought you were going to **** the poison from the bites but you just softly kissed and laid down long and white on the cold sand. cold hands cold chest i touched it you smiled deeply.

we drove away from our secret spot and the rain started pouring i had to get out of the car i screamed for you to stop.

you pulled over.

i ran out into the rain it was dumping water everywhere everything was wet i fell to my knees my knees got muddy.

i cried no makeup streamed down my face the river had washed it all away already it was just translucent glass tears cold and tired pouring.

they had been waiting to fall they found a small space next to a graveyard next to DONAGHUE marble tombstones and a jesus statue getting head.

we came home and my knees were ****** bruised and bitten.