There is the taste of blood in my mouth.
I am uncomfortable,
but I am okay with it.
I am scared of blood,
I am only scared of my own and yours.
I can't tell the difference between
the tastes.
It is snowing outside
You're standing outside with your hands out
long enough to gather a large amount of snow.
Someone is painting what is happening.
They didn't do a good job painting the curve of your back,
so I k**ed them.