Smother or drown motherfucker

I don’t know if it’s your
blood or mine
crusting under
my nails,

I guess at this point
it doesn’t matter.

They’ll have to paint
these walls when
we're done.

The table next to the
bed is smashed because
and I tried to cut
your heart out with a
waterglass when you

pushed me.


I turned to run,
but you grabbed
my shoulders,
slammed me
against the wall
and bit my neck
until I screamed
(don’t)
stop.

and you didn't.

I have a full body
roadrash from
fight-fucking you
across the floor
all
night,
and you have
a black eye
because you like
to play with your food,

let it think it can get away.

But as the sun trickles in
I press my knees
into your shoulders
and press my
palms into the wall,
leaving another set
of smudged
handprints.

My head rests on the
dirty wall,
as your hands
reach up and hold my ass.

And I'm sure you've killed me.

But, baby, your arm around my neck
still ends with

me
on top