We've grown claws instead of nails,
and now they're tearing at our throats
leaving feral cuts.

Like a single atom that impossibly wants to split,
we're digging our claws into each others' skin.
Exposing wounds,
spilling guts.
"Careful, you might slip on 'em," she smiled,
not human like;
teeth sharp and menacing.

I did.
And now she lathers her hair with my blood.
A shiny red prize as she rises to the top;
a red supernova,
preaching about what is right and wrong.

Two atoms.

A miracle.

I sit down on the earth,
watching you rise, tending to my wounds.
And I tend, and I tend.
And I tend.

Heal.

Claws; I'm ready.

One day you'll dim and fall,
And I'll just walk away.

Not a supernova,
not an angel,
not a monster.

I'm a human;
body and soul,
and I won't let you waste my energy
no more.