suicide pact? you smiled, i laughed
    we had no idea back then.
how convenient, the blades and knives kept
            tucked in the folds of a purse.
    how easily flesh gives way,
                blood wells.

or;
    when she cut my palm,
        and her thigh
            and we walked back into the party
                    Blood dripping down wrists and thighs
    don’t tell him
        i wiped the blood from her leg,    
                i licked it from my palm.