I know I shouldn't,
but I do—
savour it,
because its the last time.
That’s what you said last time.
And here you are,
veins reopening,
rubies spilling
down your wrists,
beautifully.
My vision clouds,
but her voice cuts through,
“You always coveted pretty things too much.”
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
I know I shouldn't,
but I do—
savour it,
because its the last time.
That’s what you said last time.
And here you are,
veins reopening,
rubies spilling
down your wrists,
beautifully.
My vision clouds,
but her voice cuts through,
“You always coveted pretty things too much.”
