I know I should be repulsed,
I know I should look away
but the idea of blood and pain and bruises make me calm.
Long sharp knives cutting into my chest slowly twisting and turning the blood running down, staining my white satin blouse,
as I can't help but feel comfort in this pain.
What is wrong with me?
Punch me until I'm black and blue and make my night a starry one.
YOU ARE READING
Blood
Poetrytw , wrote this because i like the aesthetic of blood :)))) You can check out my other stuff if you want i mean it's up to you xx
