my fault: a poem
*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE* It was my fault. Dark red. On my lips. On my nails. On my thighs. It was my fault. Dark red. Sound…
*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE* It was my fault. Dark red. On my lips. On my nails. On my thighs. It was my fault. Dark red. Sound…
Fuck sake. This was up there with one of the hardest to write. I started it, and erased it, and wrote almost exactly the same…
I don’t know how transcendent an experience you can have at 10:30pm on a Saturday night, tucked up in bed with your head stuck in…