Bleeding in your sleep,
we are closer than our skin.
Flesh inside of flesh.

I’m lost inside you,
I run deeper than your veins.
You scream in pleasure.

I’m dead inside you,
losing grip on the magic
once held between us.

Months later I think,
or I hope, that you’re alone.
I’m bitter for you.

Worshiping in vain;
Touch something ugly tonight.
Touch yourself tonight.