dusk

STIGMA

I STOP CARING FOR PEOPLE
WITH THORNS ON THEIR SKIN
LONG AGO, RIGHT AFTER
I'VE BEEN PIERCED BY THE
SAME THORNS, LEAVING ME
CRUMBLING ON THE
COLD GODDAMN FLOOR.

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?
A FAILURE. YES, THAT'S WHAT
I SAID. THINK A PERSON LIKE
ME CAN'T EVER CALL OUT
A PERSON LIKE YOU?

I CHANGE FOR THE BETTER.
I HOPE YOU REALISE THAT.
I HOPE YOU REALISE THAT AND
FIND THE SHARPEST GLASS,
POINT THE EDGE INTO YOUR
EYES. LET THE BLOOD TRICKLE
DOWN YOUR CHIN, HONEY.
BECAUSE IT'S YOUR SIN.
PAY FOR YOUR SIN. YOU ONLY
HAVE YOURSELF TO BLAME.

PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD
WILL REJOICE, KNOWING THAT
YOU THREW YOUR BRANDED
STILETTOS AND BURNED ALL
YOUR FUR COATS TO ASHES.
THEY WILL LAUGH AT YOUR
NUDE SKIN, DISPLAYED FOR
ALL TO SEE THE MAGGOTS
EATING AWAY YOUR ORGANS.
TOO DETAILED? OF COURSE NOT.

PEOPLE WANT TO SEE WHAT
THEY WANT TO SEE. I JUST
MERELY DO WHAT THEY EXPECT
ME TO DO. I HOPE YOU'RE NOT
MAD AT ME. AFTER ALL, WHAT
GOES AROUND COMES BACK
AROUND LIKE A FUCKING CIRCLE.

ARE YOU BLEEDING OUT
RIGHT NOW? WELL, I
WOULD WANT TO WISH
YOU A GOOD NIGHT, BUT
INSTEAD, HAVE A SWEET
NIGHTMARE IN HELL,
HONEY. THAT'S WHERE
YOU REALLY BELONG.