open_wounds Sonya I thought I was healed. They were never closed to begin with. Only in a world as unmerciful as this would kindness and integrity reopen healed wounds. The bleeding has started again, and this time I will wonder what I've done. Infatuation, attraction, devotion....l o v e...is this the price we pay for such qualities of being human? I seek to apply bandage after bandage, knowing full well I might have to rip one off of someone else's wounds. I fear for them because I know what I am capable of, and also what they can do to me. They've opened my wounds, and they can heal them if I let them. Maybe I'll play the masochist this time... 020102 ... silentbob salt 020102 ... unhinged never let heal by ragged nails they bleed to let you pour the salt right in hurt me i'm begging you the rusted razorblades that don't come clean lonely for the skin they adore hurt me my heart arrested by anything else 020102 ... tarantula when it DOES happen i suppose it will be the humiliation because i'm doing it for imaginary demons. what if i'm not masochistic? okay, when i do it even though i'm doing it for you i am really just humiliating myself, oooh, but i ought to like that. 040215 ... no reason i don't know how to deal with this anymore there's just too much fucking salt 050203 ... nom closed scars 051113 ... camille alizarin 051113 what's it to you? who go blather from