Why can’t we just bleed out in front of each other?
The knives are still warm with our blood.
Instead the ground shows a slick, red trail.
Where I crawled around the corner to hide.
I can hear you getting to your feet.
Your silence screams it in my face.
You’ll drag yourself before the wolves,
Before you ever let me see you bleed again.
Everything turns grey around me, my breath shallow.
I barely bother to push my guts back in.
I might martyr myself and just die right here.
Call it a shrine to love lost, bloody and hallowed.
No, that wouldn’t do. He won’t take me yet.
Take a ragged breath, let it rattle through tattered lungs.
I’ll push those squirmy guts back in.
I’ll get back up.