My stomach is empty. My heart is too full for me
to eat anything
tonight,

tonight is about biting someone's hand
because they are ******* me hard and because they did something wrong
seven months ago. Then,
licking the blood from his knuckles whispering, I am sorry
but you are just too much for me to take.

I open his skin for all the times I
needed to open mine. For every sore morning-after.
God gave me the gift of sweet revenge and the curse of loving
so much my body is a storage unit without a lock.

I am sorry
but my teeth chatter whenever I get overwhelmed. His
blood is so much warmer than mine.