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? 

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