her legs, propped
moaning my name
burgundy nails disappear, reappear
pink, spilling, toes curling
releasing a gasp, I smother her stomach
coming to, bleeding shame
am I civilized or my father
am I human or asylum

glass is the night
she seizes in the street
blood spills from her mouth
tongue cut wide
little boy clings to cheap, plastic toy
*doesn't need to see this
*or maybe he does