It's all cringe, scrap, bite, it's
all in just one simple motion like a rerun or
a reflex desperate rewind when I bit the
whiteness out of your nails and you
shivered like an outstretched hand
that pleads and pleads, and never stops
pleading. I brought down your
vexation, your blind rage and
eager self loathing back into the crate
as I drank your aching lips of longing
and hunger for the people we'll
never be— I watched
how your redness
turned to grey, and how it
turned to ashes.