"is that blood?" I ask worriedly not knowing what to do. "don't worry it's not mine" he said calmly like its normal for him. "that's supposed to reassure me?!?!" I said starting to check if the blood has matching wounds. 𝓂𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒶𝓊

in which I write random poems without meaning to under the insistence ~threats~ of a good friend