laceration raze the more i think about it, the less sense the long red line above my right wrist makes. i sleep with my hands too far apart for them to do any lasting damage to each other. if i'd been the one to cut myself open, the sting of skin being split would have jarred me awake at once. the only other explanation i can cobble together is that this was your way of making up for the loss of an asked-for dream in which you appeared, marking my flesh to better burn your memory into my mind. and if that's the case, i hope the wound never heals. 250703 what's it to you? who go blather from