Contemplation
I bite my nails until they bleed
And watch the blood run down
It pools into the crevices of my knuckles
Each drop hits the floor
A little harder, with more determination
Than the one before
The stains on the carpet are old and lingering
posted by kasi @ 3:32 p.m.
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