Monday, 19 December 2011

(It's between the lines)

And so you hurt me.
You dug your claws into my wrists,
and you wouldn't let go until you were perfectly satisfied.
And when your rage dimmed down,
And your fingers stained red,
You would leave quickly,
told me I was the one to blame,
that I was the one who caused the pain-
The blood splatter on the walls.
Thank goodness you're gone now.
You were a bloody mess.

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