January 19, 2012
Today was Josh's day. He would take pieces of beautifully colored glass, and force them into my skin. A new piece of bloody artwork everytime. But he didn't come.
It's been hours since he was supposed to come. Something is wrong.
Today was Josh's day. He would take pieces of beautifully colored glass, and force them into my skin. A new piece of bloody artwork everytime. But he didn't come.
It's been hours since he was supposed to come. Something is wrong.