I wrapped her, in red ribbon. I breathed against her skin, and heard her thoughts crashing against the inside of my skull, like bones clicking when stretched too far. She ached. Though I didn’t know why. Nor could I ask. Not yet. Her eyes changed colour with each mechanical snap of the lens. A flash … More She Bled Red Wine
Listless, Restless, Benign and numb. Heavy hearted. Detached. Unlatched. Falling. Resisting. Insisting, on enlisting every emotion already in motion, to paint pictures. Join the dots On what I have lost. Or, what I gave up. Say something. Moan. Groan, anything to show me that this isnt permanent.