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blood drips drips drips into the sink flows between my fingers my forehead throbbing dripping sweat hair plastered to my cheeks and eyelids then, in a streak of insanity i settle deep into the floor and pull the shower curtains off the rod, over my head falling deep into the floor past the tiles past the pipes past the old couple living in the apartment below mine and they hold each other and i watch as he tries to put it in her he can't. they're both too squishy and wrinkly and tired (he collapses on top, rolls off of her her **** sagging towards her arms ******* with a diameter of my balled up fists she sighs at him and gives a yellow toothed smile) i want to feel something hard and slippery against my skin i want to get ****** up                                            i'll never forget                                  that blood stained towel                                       we placed under my hips                                            to stop the blood                                                                                from staining the bedsheets.                                               just like the one balled up under my head on the bathroom floor eyes closed
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Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
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blood drips drips drips into the sink flows between my fingers my forehead throbbing dripping sweat hair plastered to my cheeks and eyelids then, in a streak of insanity i settle deep into the floor and pull the shower curtains off the rod, over my head falling deep into the floor past the tiles past the pipes past the old couple living in the apartment below mine and they hold each other and i watch as he tries to put it in her he can't. they're both too squishy and wrinkly and tired (he collapses on top, rolls off of her her **** sagging towards her arms ******* with a diameter of my balled up fists she sighs at him and gives a yellow toothed smile) i want to feel something hard and slippery against my skin i want to get ****** up                                            i'll never forget                                  that blood stained towel                                       we placed under my hips                                            to stop the blood                                                                                from staining the bedsheets.                                               just like the one balled up under my head on the bathroom floor eyes closed
michelle-reicks
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Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
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