Blood

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I was watching the love of my life, sunken into another man's skin suit, fuck another dark haired woman. It was him, but I didn't recognize the fleshy facade he had pulled on over his body. He made love to me and then merely tossed me aside to make way for the other olive-skinned brunette. She had long luscious hair and stretched out naked on the floor with the devil in her eye. I hated again. I tried to stop it from happening by displaying my discomfort and distraught across my face. They kept fucking and so I found myself in a hallway heading towards the bathroom where I locked myself. There was plastic on the floor and I began to bleed all over it. I bled freely and painlessly, I bled chunks and pure streams of my warm claret which ran down my legs. I wrapped it up in the plastic and left it on the floor to fester within itself. Suddenly a bright blue square slammed into my vision and shook me awake. It felt real. I felt like the square had made enough noise to wake him up. He was still sound asleep, his bare back to me, and I wanted arms to secure me and to stop the dream-world bleeding.

I forced my eyelids shut again and waited to drift away, hoping this time that my love would remain faithful and that my happy vital fluids would remain skin deep.