The Party

We have a cutting party me and him.

I cut one of my wrists

while he cuts one of his.

blood dripping down both our arms.

The warm, red, rubies fall.

We kiss for good luck,

my wrist in his hand

he lightly brushes the back of his hand

over my clean wrist inspecting his blank canvas.

One cut turns into more.

He is so artistic, so creative

he draws a heart with the razor.

Holding my wrist to my face he says,

"This is my heart and you'll have it forever"

Reviews

[Tasha]

This was dark and a different form of love but I really liked it.

[Dark Angel ~]

Dark love... amazing. ^^

[Dai Edenburough]

This was a rather dark way of showing a rather odd love.

[wolf68]

love is so brutal even more so when you both are cutters, blood runs from the wrist in blood a sacrafice that some will do

[quinfinn]

troubling yet warm and tender. good write!

[Letemdangle]

I guess this is like a dark romance. I liked your ideas here. Not to actually do it, but perhaps see in a film noir.

[SpokenWord]

A lot of love and blood lost in this one, I imagine this is a fetish for them maybe. it reminds me of a blood bound that we use to do as children. In a way this has a touch of romance and love interwoven between each blood drip between them. Unique way of showing love to one another.