Alone Tonight
These arms bear markings of betrayel
And raw love (red love)
And purple passion
Up and across
Welled up and dented in
Pretty pretty arms.
I love you he whispers
Why? The blood asks in a drippy voice
Falling from this artery into my cupped palm
With the telltale creases of my life
Drip (from my fingers)
Splat (to the floor)
I’m tired (but I slept all day)
I wanna die
But my knife’s not sharp enough
Oh well.
© Jessica
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