He laughs.
She watches the ground
He silences
Slowly she moves her left hand from the bed
Curiosity itches at him
Inching closer, her pointer finger held out to him
"A Paper cut?" He leans in closer and sees it
A small sliver of skin broken
blood trailing down her finger
Her hand
Her wrist
To the puddle on the floor.
She only nods in responce.
"I have a disease."
She starts her story she's told many times
"It makes my blood unable to clot.
So I bleed for hours, even for a paper cut."
She searches his eyes
for somthing along the lines of
Acceptance,
but he shows only
Disbelief.
Surely she's joking.
Maybe she's just sarcastic
Or possibly a compulsive liar.
But when she keeps her eyes on the ground
His gut tells him differently.
"That's an interesting disease."
He looks at his broken arm
Feeling more pain from her,
Than from the medication wearing off.
YOU ARE READING
Jade
PoesíaLuke sees the world. Jade sits on a shelf. Luke fell off that stage. Jade got a paper cut their paths crossed and merged into one. this is their love. But It takes two to burst a bubble.
