blood.
lots and lots of it.
there's blood all over your forehead
that's leaning against the windscreen of your car.
the broken glass is cutting into your skin
in what seems like every possible area
and i can only hear screaming.
i wish that it was yours,
for then at least I'd know you were alive;
but it's mine
and it cuts through the air
like a sharp knife cuts open a wound.
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What Allison Said | ✔️
Poetry❝and in my dreams i will find what i cannot have in reality.❞ allison has a few things to say to parker.
