A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

Handprints In The Hall

            Now there’s nothing left of her at all except the handprints in the paint down the hall. Nothing, nothing will bring her back at all. She won’t hear you if you call.

           Her blood is underneath the floorboards, it’s true and now she’s part of you. Everything that you thought you knew, everything inside of you suddenly grew.