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Blood Every morning I begin with blood. Letting the sin of the night before wash down the drain-- but it leaves stains on my soul- marking her as impure, unclean. Misplaced innocence lingers on my mind. The stench of a man lingers on my body and instead of rubies, I bleed back. I am only the carcass of what I used to be. Ruined by my demons. Betrayed by my own body.