TW: Cutting
One more second chance
Two times since the last
Three marks lined up perfectly
So pretty
Decorating her skin
Little imperfections that erase the composure
Crazy how one swipe effects her
Head resting on cool tiles
Water up to her hips
Slightly warmer than the air around her
Fingers scrub at the things she doesn't like
Movements frantic
Desperate.
She simply cannot go on
Small lines
Ivory skin
Thighs, upper arms, wrists
She knows the amount of pressure
Exact
She cannot stop
She hates it
Only does it to regret it later
She likes the contrast
Rose and empty notebook paper
Thorns on blank canvas
The colors make her smile
The water changes
Not pure
Not clean anymore
Tainted
Stained
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Shorts
Short StoryThis is just a collection of some shorts I have written, for whatever reason. Some sad, some sexual, some songs, just whatever I am thinking at the moment. If there is a specific warning for each chapter, I will for sure let you know.
