ShirosDreams

Blood stains her teeth, her cheeks, her hands as she heaves out a sigh, shirt peppered with dirt and debris, a chasm of heartache etched over her veins. [the metal in her mouth reminds her of the gun he held to her lips, bitter yet sweet. and the blood will never wash out of her clothes but that's all right, it was worth it] An imprint remains where his name used to reside, the etchings of the blade in her fingers standing out against the fever in her eyes. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wrong, but those calming little voices told her everything would be all right if she just bathed in his blood and watched t