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I dont know you anymore
that blood gatherer
I think it starts with flow
I was close
so is that you?
your business card suggests
you make a living collecting
platelets of the under privledged
how sinister you must feel
inserting, draining
weakening their bodies
but trust comes in honesty
I guess i trust your needles
I trust the painful thrust
I missed work today
my face was pale
ashen skin
but you’ve come back
who knew you’d ever been away
not me. not me.

About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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