the blood drips thick red, from my freshly done finger nails. red like the lives wasted, hearts broken days after this horrid holiday.
we celebrate the imprisonment of hearts, and praise the ******. shooting arrows into those unwilling, killing the innocent, by causing invigorating pain disguised by hallucinogens. making us believe that this was meant to be dosage so high, the butterflies in our stomach making it seem as if we can fly, is our organs crying for help.
we are dying and don't even know it. for a holiday that will fade. bright red for our favorite Valentine's Day.
He stared into my eyes, a deep dark abyss. His reflection disappeared beneath the darkness. He was scared. Appalled. I swallowed him, as if he was my prey. Like his image, his presence began to fade Devoured by my energy, he shivered and shuttered in the cold. and I removed him from my soul.
What a sweet reflection? In my eyes of correction.