while she's on her period,
and I have a knife
stuck between two ribs,
letting blood all over
her living room,
which is currently
my dining room.
searing the lamps
with a look of lust,
we both let go
and just bleed.
shadows box around us,
while headlights
from cars driving by outside
sneak through the cracks
in blood-stained curtains,
and we are certain
we won't live forever,
especially in this nasty now
where we are just figuring out how
to love and let people in again.
her pursuit isn't aimed at me
and my halved heart doesn't beat for her,
but we respect each other's time
on this blood lifetimeline.