i was bent over and puking off the side of the front porch when she arrived my living room having been transformed into a crime scene blood in the kitchen splattered up onto the counters and walls trailing out onto the couch down the hallway to the bath and down the other hallway down the driveway and out onto the street a glittering sparkling spray that under my own adrenaline calm looked almost beautiful in a you never get to see this kind of way it was insane and there was no way to explain besides my broken phone call earlier for her to come... come now swords and blood and crying and she came just like that didn't even blink or gasp or vomit just pulled two pairs of latex gloves out of her purse in her practical this is part of life way and knelt on the floor with me helping to erase the stainsBirth sign: Libra
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