The red rawness of meat caused the black and blue pain I had to see.
The past one longs to forget seems to remain in a simple meal.
Steak is what I eat, sorrow is what I felt.
(This was a photo assignment I was supposed to do for class using lighting and film and none came out, only these few on my digital...)
Kudos for inspiration:
It wasn't just hurting one person, but more, so it was time to "stop hurting us."
http://www.fotosearch.com/BDX118/bxp27143/
Not upon me, but amongst the one person I love more than anyone.
one word, karma...
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