my hands have been red since the moment you left.

there is blood under my fingernails,
staining once-clean skin,
tainting my every word.

there is blood under my fingernails
and if i squint their half-moons
might maybe once upon a time
look like your always half smile.
(now i know why you could never
give me a whole.)

there is blood under my fingernails
and i do not plan to clean it.
maybe i want strangers to know
just what i am willing to do.

there is blood under my fingernails
and when they find me here,
staring at your corpse and
echoing my silent screams,
there will still be blood
where i cannot reach.

your blood is under my fingernails.
i'll come for you in the afterlife
and rip you apart again.