Bad Blood

       tonight
I cut myself open
a cut here
a cut there
a cut over another and yet another

       until
the walls smell of fresh flesh
the fresh scars lose clarity
the flesh stops longing for flesh

     blood
on the walls
on the patterned mosaic
on the sheets
on the blunt edges of the rusted knife
on the blood
on the horizons of the bare skin

       tonight
I cut myself open
a cut here
a cut there
a cut over another and yet another

       until
the skin doesn't smell of you anymore
the blood doesn't feel like you anymore
the very last drop of me isn't you anymore

 
      bad blood...