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‘I’m bleeding to death!” I yelled down the hall.
As my house mate patched me up
with gauze
I looked down at the drops on the tile
disgusted by my own blood
“This might sting” she said
wiping my shin with an alcohol pad
two band-aids
soaked right through
she came back with a rag
“Apply pressure” she told me
it was eight
I was late
by this time I should have been
dolled up in a pretty black dress
now I would have to wear pants
or not show up at all
my dark red blood ruined six
of our kitchen towels
that night
we went through a whole box of band-aids in under an hour
do you know how expensive those things are?
All of this
because I wanted to have smooth legs.