I didn’t know you could bleed from there.

Father Julio said love made me psycho and he was right. I did some crazy things–helped wind her yarn, detailed her van, washed her in the tub. No sane man does things like that. I let her beat me with an ice whacker, dress me in girlie things, paint my lips. When she went off with the Volvo guy, I wept bile. I bled buckets from my soul–didn’t know you could bleed from there but you can. The blood is purple when it hits the air, then it vaporizes, and if you breathe it you die of heartbreak.

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Title by: johnbearrr
Story by: Bill Henderson

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