Hate You

Nicked my throat this morning
Can't believe how much it bled
Such a little thing

Pains me so
To see you stand there
A million miles away
And yet close enough
That I reach out
And can touch your face

My skin
Of blood and cherries
Dew soked strawberries
Tracing curves
That emit these words of war

" It's no fun when I hate you."

Annie Salt