red blood slowly oozes from open skin.
i didn't expect to see you here
it trickles down broad fingers,
we usually aren't friends
and onto freshly-filed fingernails,
but you are welcome here.
i watch as it fills the edges, then plumps together in the middle.
i could wipe it away,
clear the evidence,
but no,
where's the fun in that?
YOU ARE READING
i feel
Poetrythis is kinda gonna be like where i drop some feels and idk whatever i feel like writing
