Romancing Razorblades
Romancing Razor blades
She’s got a bizarre attraction. The site of dripping blood in action. Just the simplicity of the edge grazing across her soft skin. The relief she feels is amazing. At night when she goes to sleep she can here them calling to her. Every time she shuts her eyes, there’s a red curtain. They’re even in her dreams. Every time she drifts off. It’s the same place. A dark, chilly place. Dead trees and cracked concrete. And every night, the dream ends the same way; romancing razor blades. |
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