TW: feminine rage and what that entails
womanhood is glass bottle.
they'll grip the neck, hungry.
itll be empty, by the end of the night.
fragile, you must be fragile.
thats part of the appeal.
i taste it- do you taste it?
i'll break.
so, so pretty.
hey, doc, whatchu doing?
hey, doc, feed me the sedatives.
so seductive, siren eyes.
rolling back.
prayers written on the label.
hey, doc.
I'm bleeding.
I'm bleeding.
I don't know who I am.
I'm bleeding out.
i'm bleeding out.
I'M BLEEDING OUT.
I am bleeding out.
It's out?
It's out?
Hey, doc.
How sick am I?
Hey, doc, is it
too far in-
my blood stream, that is.
hey, doc
there's this glittering alter-
if i bow down to it-
will i bleed?
Hey, doc.
Tell me-
is this His design?
Is She too busy bleeding?
Hey, doc, She's bleeding.
I'm bleeding.
i'm BLEEDING Out.