54. its more than a number.
its the number of angry red gashes that cover my mutalated left arm. 54.
ha, in my mind, pathetic.
they look like nothing more then cat scratchs, but what did i expect using a saftey pin.
saftey pin, ha, theres an ironic name for you.
well i guess in this case.
this basket case.
i look at them, all 54 of them.
they remind me of brittney and her weak attemp to be "cool".
weak.
thats me.
thats what i see when i look at them.
weakness.
the voice inside me laughs.
"Weak, yes. Pathetic, yes, but all so beautiful".
i smile.
i am filled with ectasy as the blood forms a line along my arm, running a warm line down to my fingertips, pooling, dripping.
....55, now im beautiful.
Name: Dark flower
...thats all you need to know