Some days begin worse than others. You wake up with your fingernails digging into your arms and you see four half-moons on your wrist and your brain would be a nicer place if your subconscious didn’t turn mutinous at night. Your skin is pink in semi-circles, but really there’s no harm done.
Other days begin differently. You’ve bitten your lip in your sleep and you have two grooves like bruises in the jut of your mouth and the inside of your cheek tastes a bit metallic but you are awake and you cannot remember what made your teeth rebel and you decide it might have been a nice dream.
Most days begin with bruises but don’t everyone’s? The wall is a good opponent and sometimes the window blows cool air over your skin and you wonder if you shattered it in your sleep, but you didn’t, the edges are just cracked and the outside is coming in and maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up with snow on your ribs.
Today began normally. But now you are sitting in a pile of glass on the floor of your kitchen and there’s blood on your hands, the floor, handprints on your sides where you’ve tried wiping all that redness but it won’t stop. It should be inside of your body, should be but isn’t. You’ve just shattered your favorite wine glass and you did it on purpose, to see if it would hurt, and your fingers squeezed until glass grew edges and it is horrific to sit on the floor of your kitchen painted in your own blood, the blood that’s meant to be inside your body but isn’t.
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February 23rd, 2012 40 notes #For hurricanesinhereyes #who gave me the prompt: 'Blood that should be inside of your body.' #thank you! #prompt #fiction #prose #wow dark can't help it many apologies.
