seafoam* posted a quote
November 29, 2017 7:01pm UTC
Grandfather, weary soul, YOU’LL FLY OVER YOUR LIFE ONCE MORE before you die. Since our grandma passed away You’ve waiTeD For Forever & A DAY JUST TO DIE, AND SOMEDAY soon you will die. It was the only woman You ever LoveD, THaT GoT BurnT BY THE SUN TOO OFTEN WHEN she was young, and the cancer spread and it ran into her body and her blood, and there’s nothing you can do about it now.
chasitia46 posted a quote
July 24, 2016 6:31am UTC
The Flower Garden By: Chasitia In the garden of fears Where you have no tears Storm clouds and rain appears Cold and wet the blood smears But darling don't be scared If only someone cared The garden grew and dared Crowding as the skin teared Skin ripped to shreds Life hanging by threads This your mind dreads The secret of the flower beds The garden of death By the hands of flower breath
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ I took all of the blood you left behind in the wake of your massacre and made stains across the canvas in patterns that echoed you. At least some beauty came from your chaos. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
Crazy girl* posted a quote
February 11, 2015 12:35pm UTC
I had a blood test today for the time ever and it didn't even hurt and the whole time through I was actually watching my blood come out...the blood was so dark though but I wasn't scared or anything so it was cool.
PandaPants posted a quote
December 28, 2014 4:16pm UTC
His dark locks fell over his right eye as he tilted his head & neared the glistening flesh on her neck, the street lamp being the only thing lighting up her body in the dark alley way. She couldn't help but to softly moan as his lips caressed her skin, giving her small kisses in several areas. Her back slightly arched as he began nibbling, his hands trailing down her sides in the process - before he finally stepped back with a wicked grin spreading over his lips. Her eyes opened to look at him then looking down between their bodies which is when she realized that blood was pouring down her arms, her eyes widened as the venom spread through the veins in her neck, pulsating rapidly; reaching her heart almost instantly. Beat, beat, beat, silence.
She saw the blood from her head drip onto her hand and began to let out soft cries. She wanted to scream but she knew she must tolerate the pain enough not to scream, otherwise she would risk being struck again. Six year old Noelle had no idea what she did wrong, but she was really sorry. She struggled to her feet and crept up the stairs, quietly counting every step as if they were the sheep she counted at night. One step, two, three, four––BANG! She wasn’t quiet enough. “Stop crying, f*cking brat!” Norman walked away. He was the worst. Noelle struggled to stand up again, she fought to swallow her tears. Not just because of the pain, but because Norman knocked the tooth out of her mouth and she couldn’t find it. She really really, really wanted to see the tooth fairy. Noelle arrived in her room and reached under her bed for her doctors kit that she got for christmas. A bunch of toy supplies in a paper Costco bag labeled “Dr. Noelle." She opened it briskly and reached for the dentists mirror. As she stared at her tiny reflection she could see the blood run over the bruises on her face, occasionally intertwining with her tears. She lifted up her shirt and counted seven. Seven spots of blue and black torture. Mother would call it an accident. I wondered what kind of accident would hurt me with 7 spots. Mother was really good at making up stories. credit ≥≥ high_sierra