blood.
at the corners of my mouth
I let it stay, let it run free.
there will be a time to grieve,
and may you find your peace.
no rings exchanged between enemies
but you are bound to me just the same.
and I tear at the seams,
bite hard enough to shatter teeth
while you drill into me
with eyes bright and glistening
and bear down on me
with the weight of memory
until you take everything.
so sharpen your knives
and cut into me.
make your mark and watch it bleed.