Blood
Blood
Sweet and sticky like strawberry juice. It trickles from them like little rivers, making pretty pictures on lily white skin. So pretty are the little pictures we make with them. It stains my hands, my lips like sweet candy. It runs through our fingers like paints, made to color on canvas.
It drips like rain drops when they cry for their Mommies. But Mommy is gone, a pretty picture we made of her. No more tears to cry, only red rain drops and sweet strawberry juice. And when we've finished, we will paint pretty pictures on lily white skin.