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 prick.”
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 suck 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?