Vertical, again
blood floods down into my shins
inside: the cleaned cells circulate down and
back up to my heart
mimicking the outside, yesterday
after razor nicked mosquito bite --
a red fault line drawn down my leg, appropriately
culminating at the
foot.
It wouldn't stop bleeding, it wouldn't stop.
My legs feel washed with the weight of a body laid on me.
but I am alone in the bathroom.
but I am fine.
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