Listen to these whispers
you're going to find a terror you haven't encountered
in your peaceable years in your masculine form
wait with baited breath on the edges
the blood will flow slowly
so don't move just yet
i'm not done
you'll cry out
and i'll smile softly to myself
as if I had any mercy
or will to unbind you
you have made yourself mine
by the bitterness you've instilled
therefore weakening your state
strengthening my blood
my taste
my bite
my dominance
so cry out
as if I have mercy
as if there is anything
that will stanch the flow of blood
at this given moment
and know
just know
i'm not done