There are marks we leave sometimes on each other, some on the surfaces, and others invisible to the naked eye. Some marks we leave to have something to show for our feelings, visual markers denoting passion, need and want. Some marks we leave because we are careless with each other, love and leave too soon, breaking those parts of us that we swallow down deep. Sometimes life makes us so numb, so cut off from everything, we long to be marked up, bit, pulled closely hard and fast, and rough. Other times we are part of the walking wounded, aching so much that we lash out, take what we want and run, leave the bodies scattered along the side of the road behind us.
We all have a little darkness just below the skin.
We all sink our teeth in, in that darkness.
2 Wicky :: Hooverphonic