Dear Miss Healer, I tore my veins from the surface for you,
and you sunk your teeth in.

Stabbed, jabbed, pushed that shard of young ancient mirror deeper in.

And I gave in.

I bled a whole, entire ocean,
and the well's still flowing,
with your teeth sunk in.

followed by pictured arrows, bolts, spears, covered in a new familiar toxin.

And I gave in.

If I lie here, hemorrhaging,
maybe my everything will clot, eventually,
with your teeth sunk in.

And I'll give in.