I think sometimes
about the thing lost
inside that bar bathroom stall
And about the blood
that had flowed effortlessly
in brilliant, shiny-red globs.
I said goodbye then—
to the accident I never wanted
or even knew existed.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
I think sometimes
about the thing lost
inside that bar bathroom stall
And about the blood
that had flowed effortlessly
in brilliant, shiny-red globs.
I said goodbye then—
to the accident I never wanted
or even knew existed.
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