Red-streaked screen. Blood is all we want. Let's draw a little blood. Don't be morbid. Why not? Carving. You carve? Hearts and x's on your arm? That's sexy. Who is that J for, darling? My name is Jeremy, but you just met me. Maybe you should stop this carving, those drugs, that insane jealousy. We hardly know each other. You kissed my ear, but never my lips. You always talked about how your favorite place to be kissed was right behind the ear. With a glance at a dollar, your hands go wild. Where is my dollar, girl? Let's find it. Is it here or is it here? I'll look both places. Are you going to let me...? Are you going to let me? Look at the fireworks, Jeremy. Just watch them with me, please! Fireworks. I'll show you fireworks. Please, don't touch me there. I've never even been... Please, stop. Uhh. Why won't you speak to me? Your hands spoke to me only yesterday. I was thirteen. Thirteen. I didn't feel a thing, but I was shaking. I was scared. How can you leave me after that? I'm scared. Don't accuse me of anything. You liked it. I lie. All you care about is God. No, all I care about is blood. I reach more people this way. We share knifes and secrets in the bathroom while soldiers watch and don't say a word. I feel like I'm free. I don't feel like I need this anymore! Can I share? Your experiences are too morbid for the children's ears. Morbid, morbid, I... still... need... it. Where is she? She's not coming. So, I'm alone? Yes. How alone? The blood stains the white porcelain sinks of the church bathroom, but it will never stain me. I'll hide it and you'll never know. I'll know. Who are you? You know me. You've always known me, yet you run from me. What? Who are you? I am, I am. Come back to me. But I... need this. No, you don't. You don't need this, you don't need anything or anyone. I am and I will heal you. But look at my arm. Look at my legs. Look at my body which I have chosen to break for this! How can you heal something so disfigured? I know you, I made you. I can break you and build you up again. I'm sorry. I know that You can, I know that You will.. please help me. Please restore me. It is done, it is done.
Can it be done again?
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Posted by Amanda at 3:04 PM
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