halfjack

when the best shot of a girlfriend becomes frighteningly familar to past disasters and corpses, what is left but to leave? can i stay and risk it? knowing that one more knotch would mean no knotches for several years, can i make that gambit? and if i did, whose sacrifce is it? let me rephrase. who is being sacrificed?

i wake up to eyes that die when i reach for them. i dream of a corpse almost every night. i miss her. and the only thread that tie the two together is the worst part of them. it is what killed her . it is what terrifies me most. and yet somehow, i am drawn to it. i cannot turn away. i am in love with boiled blood, but never the person it runs through

crap.