Chemicals

Tainted Blood on Innocent Hands

A voice out of the silence suddenly began to weep, this sound multiplied and echoed off the street and as I approached, my heart buried itself in my chest; the light was restricted in the nearby car park as she sat and cried, a superficial mask covered her eyes,

And it was only until I looked closer, I noticed the emptiness in the air, she had inflamed eyes and her emotions seemed bare, her face seemed shallow, but the hope was still there, and as she brought her knees up to her chest, I quickly began to care, she looked alienated in a place she knew very well, with the gentle breeze I could tell she'd been here for a while now.

I reached my hand out to touch her fists that were scrunching up her dress, and as my finger touched her knuckle her face emerged from her breast, her fists slightly loosened, as if my touch meant something to her, and I knew with the right words that I could show a million reasons to why she shouldn't let go.

So, I took her cold frame into my warm embrace, to remind her that she was human and what she was feeling was okay, I could tell she hadn't been hugged for a while, for the way she reacted, she held on tight, silently notifying me that she wasn't alright, and I felt her sobbing into my shirt, her hands creasing the fabric, her tears tasted metallic as I kissed them away; I didn't know why I was doing this. I was destined to take her away from this violent abyss, for by everyone else she was dismissed.

Her veins were ice, her skin was frosted, but her eyes crackled with fire. I was happy to take her tainted blood, the kind that everyone ruined, onto my innocent hands.