She stands in front of the bathroom mirror, hand over her mouth, lip swelling, blood drips between her finger, she moves her hand and spits out the blood, to much pooling in her mouth, her gums cut and throbbing. She cries as she looks at her self, wondering why it happened again, then she rembers it because she's still breathing. She knows at one time he loved her at least she thought he did, now nothing but hatred, blind hatred towards her. Lip throbbing, tears running down her face, she backs to the wall and slides down it , slides to she slumps over to the floor, the cold floor feeling good against her hot battered mouth, the blood runs out the corner. She watches as it pool around her face and under her cheek. The taste of her blood is warm and metal like in her mouth, how to explain this one she thinks to her self, what lie do i tell people this time. she lays there tired from crying, body exshusted her eyes begin to close, all she can think of is sleep, she'll clean her self up later, thinking no matter when she does it the mess will always be there, the mess never goes away, he never goes away.
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