Blood and teeth

She blinks in rhythm to the replays. First push, he shoves her chest. Second push, he smacks her face. Third push, she feels the buzz of an awkward landing. Fourth push, he grabbed her arms. Fifth push, she's down on the ground. She's up again. He's heading to the door. She's not letting him out, he's not to get away. She rips a giant hole in his underwear. It's comical - a bum cheek hangs out. He's so insanely mad. Madder than mad. He looks behind him. The tear in his underwear. He gives her one monumental shove into the wall. The sound of a hollow drum. The sting on her skin still dancing to a vibey heated tune. She's fighting back, she goes for his briefs again - determined for his phone, determined for that weed... wait wait wait.... dizziness, but wait... blood. Blood? Who's blood?

Where is it coming from? So Dizzy. Runs like a two year old into the bathroom. Blood drop drop drop drop ... drop ... blood pours. Dizzy. She runs back to the kitchen. Blood pouring onto the floor. Will he notice? He's still busy inspecting the hole in his underwear. She's making a mess... she doesn't want a mess. Two year old run to the bathroom again. Water.... rushing water to cool the skin, to dissolve the blood. Splash and cool and splash and cool... taste of bloody salt... salty blood. Wash wash wash. Look up into the mirror... blood covers the teeth, big juicy red smile. Bloody teeth.

He's noticed now. Panic, panic... adrenalin and panic. What has he done? How can he fix it? What was he thinking. He's not this guy. He's not that kinda guy. He's never done this before. He's so sorry. She warns - stay away - shouts - go away, leave, leave like you were going to. I don't want you anymore. He cries and he cries.... he can't help himself he just cries into a foetal position. She feels sorry. She is sorry. She bleeds into a foetal position in front of him.


Blood and tears. Blood and teeth.



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