Monday, March 5, 2007


Her lips were stained blood red.
The wine was expensive. She had saved it for a special occasion.
"Cukoo. Cukoo."
The glass slipped and shattered. It was 2 am.
As she glanced around the room, she giggled. Nervously. Needlessly.
"I'll wash it when I clean the blood," she thought,
as she reached for another glass...

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