The Memory of Blood

by cagd

The unseen aftermath of Tate scaring Violet's classmate in the basement just before the brutal home invasion by three fools... Caution, involves razor blades.

The
Memory
Of
Your
Blood
Flows
Down
The
Memory
Of
Your
Hands
Onto the
Gritty
Basement
Floor
As tiny
Half-formed
Souls
Rustle
'Round
You like
Mice.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

The
Infantata
Watches
From the
Shadows
With
Dull
Greedy
Eyes,
As
Mechanically
Rocking,
You
Slice
Through
Your
Memory
Of
Veins.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

Capillaries
Oozing
Tendons
Exposed-
You did
What
She asked:
Frighten
The
Bitch
That
Attacked
Her,
Violet
Rebuking
You
As she
Ran away
Crying.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

You take
Out
A new
Blade,
The
Others
Crowding
Around
You,
Some laughing,
Some concerned,
Then
Blindly
Slice
Deeper,
To excise
Your
Confusion,
Your
Sorrow,
Your
Pain.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

Your
Memory
Of
Blood,
Flows
Up the
Stairs,
Staining
The
Walls,
Blue
Steel
Parting
Pale
Skin-
Slow
Tears,
No expected
Relief,
Only
More
Punishment.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

All you
Did
Was
Be yourself-
The self
They
All
Told
You
To
Be,
And
Violet
Abandoned
You.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

The memory
Of
Blood
Drips
From
The
Ceiling
As
You
Slice
Deeper
Half-remembered
Arteries
Spurt …

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

Pain
Isn't
Helping-
Your
Blood
Swirls
Down
The
Drain,
Dragging
You with
It,
A frozen
Red
Vortex.

"What
Did
I
Do
Wrong?"

The door
Upstairs
Opens.
Eyes
Streaming
You
Stand,
Head
Cocked,
Listening,
Pain
Nearly
Forgotten,
Blade
Falling
Unseen
To the
Floor…

(…there
Are
Strangers
In the
House.)