Creative Writing


By Jacklynn Rayne

The dry, wintry air stings my nostrils

I sit up, wipe away snot and my sleeve is dyed red

Fuck, im bleeding again.

I pick my scabs

Fuck, im bleeding again.

My skin cracks and shatters

I bring this perfect crimson globe to my lips, and wonder what your blood tastes like.

I lay back down in the snow. 

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