Much too little blood, she thought to herself after her latest punishment. Wine red, she could've sworn it was. At this point, she was so numb she wasn't sure it mattered. Dinner tasted like giving up. And yet she stupidly ate it anyway. Asked her special friend, time to bleed it out. Her emotions were dead, she needed to feel so desperately. To abstain, to go cold turkey, was asking too much. Drive the blade down, it'll take you home, she thought to herself. Home is what can make you feel most deeply, and her apartment certainly wasn't a home. But, with this, she could make it. They,society, could never begin to understand.