while she hides in her room.
"that boy has his spells
takes too much after his dad."
blood drips down newly maimed flesh,
a heaving chest
exhilarated by it all.
mirror reflects reality
from the living room floor,
beads of sweat
drip down a granite jaw
and fall from a stubbly chin
onto the floor below.
sobs are muffled
deep into the pillow,
hands grip
for the only thing within control.
breathing slows,
heartbeat steadies,
blood coagulates.
its going to be a long night.
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