thewatchmaker: (Finger Painting)
The colors and texture reminded me of the mixed berry pie I had a few weeks ago at the diner. It was warm and stuck to my fingers. It didn’t smell as good of course. It smelled of copper and death, but I did like the taste of the blood it on my fingers when I brought my thumbnail to my mouth to worry at it.

“I’m afraid I can’t fix you, Brian, but I think I’ve figured out how to fix me.” I pushed my fingers back into his brain, and smiled when I found what made him special.

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