A shark can smell a drop of blood in a thousand gallons of water

I dig a blade deeper under my skin
and watch tiny red rivers run
like some sort of nouveau Dali dream 

I think.
About

Us
in bed giggling about dumb shit,
watching Shark Week,
and making out under that blanket
you wore like a toga 

And, fuck, it was safe with you
(It just cost a heart.) 
So fucking safe.

My nipples bead 
as a flash of grey 
gnarls the water below me,
leather eyes roll back 
and a fin cuts the surface. 

I link my tan legs through
the platform's railing
and 
drop
down,
dangling like an acrobat, 
my hair a kite-string below me 

and my thighs press together,
as a little ting of need flares.
I trace the blade across my throat 
just hard enough to watch 
blood-beads trip up my cheeks 

Macabre tears, if you will.
It was soooo fucking safe with you

The water explodes.
I gouge meat from the
rotted hollow in my chest. 
and chum the water
with my sentimental bullshit.

Because really?

Fuck safe. 
I close my eyes. 

Fuck hearts. 
I exhale. 

Fuck you.
I fall back
to where
I belong. 

The water thrashes. 


The water stills.