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*VIVA VOCE.
04.10.03 @ 5:42 pm she always hated the cold. the nights when the winter chill would blow through her hair and bite at her ears from every direction. nights like these when the sweat is dripping down your nose and outside it's 20 below. internal summer and she used to bite holes through those blood red mittens just to be able to see the beauty she left on her wrists the night before. the blood would never leave;; it was too cold for it to leave;; it would just freeze in place, leaving remnants of every razor-sharp word spit at her. she never needed the knives or the scissors or the blade. it's words like "you-are-a-stranger-to-me" that slice skin so deep; thoughts beginning with "if only" that drove her teeth into her lip until the bitter liquid came pouring out. she always hated the cold. it was never as inviting as that bathtub overflowing with lukewarm hate. nights when the winter chill would just fucking kill her......... << >> SN–— M |