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sometime in the morning...

sometime in the morning you wake up and its all a blur. last night. last week. your entire life.

CARS:SWISH:BY:LIGHT:FILTERING:WINDOW:MORNING:NOON:SLEEPY:SLEEPING: GLASS:BODIES:CLOTHES:SCATTERED:HERE:THERE:FLOOR:BED:OCCUPIED: SITTING:ON:A:HEATER:DRUMSET:SHELVES:DOOR:SILENCE:EXCEPT:FOR:CARS: SWISH:I:WRITE:

four parallel marks on the outside of a forearm. a fresh scab of blood outlines their symmetry. last night as they drank blood from each other. became one with each other. secretly in the bathroom each cuts the others wrist. with the razor blade. never the inside of the arm for fear it might cut too deep. and sever a vein.

later on. they returned and i watched as the cuts slowly healed themselves into scars. and i drank of karens blood. and what they said. and how they said it. it is sexually arousing. the drinking of the blood.

found the base of the lightbulb john threw against the wall last night. he was violent. sexually frustrated because sam wasnt there. rachael helped him release some of his frustration when karen and i were releasing ours.

bruises on my neck from karens biting. so painful yet so arousing.


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