eat me through the slippery sheets
there has only been between
something lovely, something sweet
something ugly, harrowing

i lost the stitch while you were screaming
sewing up the broken dreams
you were always somehow leaving
never looking into me

swirling faces in the cauldron
searching for their own disease
always scared that i might fall in
watching something i can't see

wishing wells and ugly women
somewhere humid and discreet
the old suitcase i was trapped in
when your teeth sank into me