ah, look at you. just like me.
our legs are numb on the cold floor.
pulled closer to that numbness, i scratch the space between her eyebrows.
blood is ridden deep behind my fingernails, scent so sweet and welcoming.
alas! a soft sclera, it's cornea driven deep behind the head, sitting peacefully for me to find it. a sharp hit to the head and it falls out onto the palm of my hand.
split in hal...