An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Daisy lets her eye focus on the ripples in the water, the faint swirl of red that leaks down her arm and disperses into it. It snakes around her legs, slowly, violently. She lifts her chin off her knees, watching the blood spill down her chest and burst beneath the water, small fireworks around her thighs.
It would be poetic if it weren’t so jarring.”













