Entry tags:
ljidol; inkling
I give blood once a week. It's like an addiction, seeing the red and blue. Almost like we all have a coloring book inside our skins.
My arms are scarred from it. Too many pinpricks, too little time between donation.
I cover up the scars with friendly bandaids. Hello Kitty says there is nothing wrong here move along.
But sometimes I see a red lady. In empty windows. Mirrors. Reflecting from Roderick's eyes.
We're going to be married. At least I think so. He hasn't asked yet.
Roderick meets me at his apartment. We haven't moved in but I practically live here. I have left signs like discarded lipsticks and neatly folded laundry. This is to
show other predators that I have prior claim.
At first, I'm too busy watching his brown hair as he tears through it. I can't hear what he's saying.
I read his lips.
It's over.
I mouth them back.
Really? My hands move, scratching at his face. His blood sprays and he pushes me back, into the mirror behind me.
Glass shatters and my arms hurt. I am an emergency of blood.
Pieces of the red woman are in the mirror, all shouting at once.
I reach for her, my blood sister. Jam pieces of her into Roderick until he stops screaming.
I can teach you, she says.
I want to learn.
My arms are scarred from it. Too many pinpricks, too little time between donation.
I cover up the scars with friendly bandaids. Hello Kitty says there is nothing wrong here move along.
But sometimes I see a red lady. In empty windows. Mirrors. Reflecting from Roderick's eyes.
We're going to be married. At least I think so. He hasn't asked yet.
Roderick meets me at his apartment. We haven't moved in but I practically live here. I have left signs like discarded lipsticks and neatly folded laundry. This is to
show other predators that I have prior claim.
At first, I'm too busy watching his brown hair as he tears through it. I can't hear what he's saying.
I read his lips.
It's over.
I mouth them back.
Really? My hands move, scratching at his face. His blood sprays and he pushes me back, into the mirror behind me.
Glass shatters and my arms hurt. I am an emergency of blood.
Pieces of the red woman are in the mirror, all shouting at once.
I reach for her, my blood sister. Jam pieces of her into Roderick until he stops screaming.
I can teach you, she says.
I want to learn.
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Now the last shards of her sanity are gone as well, and the future will not be kind.
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Now the last shards of her sanity are gone as well, and the future will not be kind." I couldn't have put it into better words myself!