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not exactly a story... There really is no title because there is no point. It isn't a story, not a poem, just something I came up with one day.

a sip of blood drained by a lover gathering the drops off his back licking her fingers clean; the taste of passion and sweet depression fills her ..

I look in the mirror but dont recognize who I see I see the inner demons coming out to play: Four-year-old temper, 17-year-old attitude Narccisisti..

Quarantined like an animal, a murderer Blood smeared across her like battery acid after a car accident She was the ultimate suspect, 13 inch bayon..

Blood drips from torn flesh Tendons severed Bones protrude like an axe in a tree trunk Veins pumping Heart throbbing, pulsating Crime? Murder..

Vicious stabs, signed in blood droplets Self perpetuating wounds Father’s voice, thinks stab well Christ within me, Christ before me, C..

Crimson, orange, yellow, brown, crisp Slap across the face, Broken by roaming creatures Gathering the last of the wild huckleberries and acorns. T..