Wound - [OC] - QB
In many words, I told him I was bleeding. I layed my two fingers down, wincing as I separated the edges of the gash The leak started to profuse, pulsing with fleating vitality so I showed him my wound and split myself open I couldn’ see hxis eye, I could never see his eye, I could only interpret thoughts from glimpses of his fascination still warm and carmine, the blood soaks through the image of a silky white dress and ideas of forever Punctured, cut, used, then discarded. How do i stop bleeding?