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Katie

There’s blood on your face again, Katie. There’s blood on your face again. You wash it away with a wet flannel, but there was blood on your face and the white cloth is stained yellow. At least it’s not red this time, Katie. At least it’s not red.

You brush my help away, Katie. You brush my words away. You laugh and you joke, Katie, but I can see the bruises on your arms. I can see the bruises, Katie. I can see the scars.

There’s blood on your wrists, Katie. There’s blood on the floor. There’s a siren in the distance, Katie, but I can’t hear you breathe. You said you hated suicide, Katie. You said you hated me.

You told me to leave, Katie,and nowI think you might be dying. I think you might be dead.

I never asked you why, Katie.

I never asked you why.