Don’t leave me this way
she said with her fat lip and blood trickling
--down, down, her chin
like a vein growing on her dark skin
it’s pulsing, a red animal thing
don’t leave me this way
but what am I supposed to say
this knife, it calls—beckons
A beacon, a light in this
Dungeon
I crawl to her drawn
LOOK AT THE POINT I scream
it’s speckled with blood like a leopard, like
a beast come to prey
don’t look at me that way
I want to show her finer things in life
the Shakespeare of pain, the Picasso of strife
my blade wants to teach her it’s paths
rivers and valleys in her legs
waterfalls in her stomach
can’t she see, this is nothing
nothing
I cut out her eyes so maybe it will help
heighten her senses so she can really see
but then the red thickens into black—runs
down her lips and over her teeth
I like it
this way she can taste the pain
as it comes.
