Blood brews

Whiskey thrashes rugged orifices

His garbled speech is stifled

By my crimson skin

An ivory doused from his liquid voice

Slash

He’s caressed with daggers

“Self indulgent *****.”

Gall severs in my throat

My iris droops to my waist

Slash

I’m fastened to the ground

The sun renders me frigid with its every ray

His wounds protrude to my chest

Slash

Ethereal whispers in his ears

Darken his soul with a hex

I see a smirk

He leans in  

I weave my head backwards

His arid lips don’t invite me

Not when I long to **** his wretched venom

Slash

I hide

I hear him in drips of the faucet

His whimper

The guttural sound he screams

I even hear the blades pressed to his wrist

Slash

Tears brim my smoldering eyes

I’ve been stitched by needles

I’m a defect

How can I be his pulse?