No redemption without bloodShe catches a glimpse of herself in the mirrorNo redemption without blood
and winces at the sickly creature that stares back with hollow eyes.
Her skin is grey and sagging against her cheekbones,
But at least her ribs are visible as they peek out from under her shirt.
Unseen fingertips press against her hips
as she bites down hard on her lip until the coppery sensation of fresh blood
mingles with the tears that roll onto her face.
Her voice trembles with uncertainty as she forces the words out
between strangled breaths:
She tries on a smile that seems awkward and out of place,
and she knows that her words offer no truth.
She wants to believe the angels that offer redemption,
but behind their warm and welcoming faces
there is betrayal and disloyalty.
Her thin lips crack as she pulls them tightly into a frown
and her breath is taken in by shaky gasps.
The air tastes acrid and unfamiliar on her tongue
and she feels the bitter urge to vomit
and relieve herself of all the ugly blackness cl