aislin ric amerin (ric_amerin) wrote in ode_to_failure,
aislin ric amerin
ric_amerin
ode_to_failure

she bleeds

from the cracks beneath the right hand's dirty, grimy, bitten-down finger nails,
and is very cold tonight.
when she was younger, she asked questions that had answers,
and so believed,
that the vampire games we all play with the windows when we're afraid,
were ended-eternal stalemates-at dawn.
now she knows. and fears the sun as well.
cancer swelling up, three times the charm.
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