Blood

My breath wasn't my own,
My lips weren't my own,
My body wasn't my own.

I couldn't stop.
I wouldn't stop.
I should...

"Control..."

Suddenly the world returned to us.
Our hearts were racing fast.
Time resumed again.

But what was a goodbye was only a beginning.
Everything stopped except for us once more.
Control did not exist.

A hand on their chest,
A hand on my back,

A tight grip.

Claws dragging down my spine,
Peeling away my layers of memories.

I try to ignore them,
but there is too much there.
I can feel the memories upon me.

My eyes saw terrible things.
My heart screamed for mercy.
My head arched away.

They pause for a moment,

But it was not their fault.

My hand met theirs and urged them onward,
A quest to scrap off those horrible memories began,
The memories I will never forget.



Later that morning,

I stared at the marks on my back.

They reminded me of my feet.

My scarred feet,

Which I had bleed not so long ago,

Shuddered beneath my own touch.

How had I done such things?

My hands caressed the horizontal lines on my feet,

And the vertical lines on my back.

"No Blood.", I said to my reflection in the mirror.


No Blood.