When I told you to leave I only saw your eyes.
Big, moist orbs pleading with disbelief.
Months later I still see those eyes
when, like a child who knows better,
I pick at the scabs.
Pulling back the sinews,
I stare emphatically at the crimson pain
Watch it
as it runs along my silver chains,
Thin, brightly banded metal links,
Still clasped around my neck and wrists.
Where you sealed them with your kiss.