by ButterflyHandcuff » Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:21 am
Anna wiped his back with the herbs. "This will sting a bit. Basil, chamomile, clary sage, eucalyptus, lavender, peppermint, rose geranium, thyme." She listed the plants absent mindedly, she was concentrated on cleaning out the wounds. She tunred him around so she could wipe the gashes on his chest. "Hmm, might need to stich this up too.."
September won't you bring me some rain again?
This sun is melting my skin,
And I would give you anything to feel something else
September falls away 'till I'm broken, I just hate the sound.
And I can feel the water changing me, it's changing me for good.
Bite down, hard. Bite down.