tw for death and blood and similar stuff ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- the tangy scent of iron hangs heavy in the air almost as heavy as the body in my lap there's blood dripping off my fingers thick, gooey blood congealing into blobs the blood is everywhere seeping into my pores i lick it off my lips it takes like iron and jewelry there's a ringing in my ears nonstop but faint i can't pinpoint where it's coming from maybe it's all in my head morbid curiousity makes me jab the stab wound in my own leg an ugly, gaping gash with blood still seeping out breathing heavily i need to get out i dial the number. voicemail. i dial again. voicemail.
