I’m still healing
after what
you did.
I wake up from
homicidal dreams
every morning,
dripping
all over
the bedsheets
but don’t worry, love.
The blood is not yours.
It’s mine.
I’m still healing
after what
you did.
I wake up from
homicidal dreams
every morning,
dripping
all over
the bedsheets
but don’t worry, love.
The blood is not yours.
It’s mine.