running out

if on a winter's night -essay-MORNINGif on a winter's night -essay-
The morning air drifts in around me, cool and inviting, embracing my body in its early summer chill. The day is grey and unfriendly; I draw my jacket tighter so that I am snug within it. Summer is cooler here in San Fazuré, if you don’t keep an eye on the shifting months, you won’t notice the change from winter to summer, except perhaps, for the slight variation of moisture in the air.
I glance at my wrist watch, catching glimpse of my left arm, where the blood used to be; seeping from the cuts, slow and tedious like that of a snails trail.
I remember watching, oddly fascinated as my flesh bled;
Broken Rose
Cheers, though! This one's on me:
Put it on my tab (I don't really plan on paying it anyway!)
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~jesus-r
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J E S U S < ~jesus-r >
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I will be forgotten, along with all i ever loved...
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The more masks I take off the more woman I become.
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