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for the first time, i really wanted justice. it hit home for me, and i found myself formally requesting blood in exchange for my 'valuables'. i believe not just the request but the very notion, having formed so solidly in my head to even consider escaping in speech, guarantees hell for me. though i'm sure there are other reasons, too. maybe i wasn't wronged; maybe the scales were just getting reset.
yet still i lay here and see red where once was some other soft glowing red, comforting and musical.