blood seeped out
from her arms, thighs, wrists
𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱
𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵

too much, too fast
congealing in
the hollows of her frame
blackening the fissure
between skin and sorrow
staining the corners
of a body she barely felt
dark crimson spreading
like something alive

blood smeared across her face
as she wiped at tears
but they kept flowing
hands shook
but they kept moving

blood had been her sole friend
until it wasn’t