hiding in the forest as she holds your hand so delicately in her's
“this is going to hurt a little,”
she tells you, sliding her anthame between your pressed palms
your entire body tenses at the slice, her's stays totally still
she places the now damp knife on the forest floor,
letting pine needles stick to the blood
you can feel your blood mingling together and you feel a
little sick to your stomach
she leans in and kisses you very lightly on your mouth,
almost like a formality
when she pulls back she stands, pulling you up to your feet with her
“you okay?”
she asks and you nod, a little dizzy
“i did this because i love you,”
she tells you, and you nod again,
because you know, oh god do you know
you look in your mirror when you get home
and you notice that you have lipstick smudged around your mouth
it's not yours.
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