I scratch my fingers against your scalp and you peer up at me
Except you’re playing your game and you don’t even notice I’m there
I look at my phone so I don’t have to accept what I already know
but I can’t (eventually you must)
because I’ve already pushed my nails so deep into your scalp that the blood has stained my finger tips
It should stop me but I only want more
I lick at my fingers but it’s not enough
blood roars in my ears (can’t you hear yourself?)
I begin peeling back more and more until your head is stark white bone
So I pound at your skull till it splinters and cracks under my fists
till shards of bone are embedded in my skin (does it feel good?)
I squeeze what is left of you so hard that I can feel you skin into my chest
Your heart beats sloppily against mine in a strange rhythm
too slippery with blood to touch for long (but you keep pushing)
Your ribs catch on my own and we’re so tangled that my lungs become crushed by the force of it all
But I won’t stop (it doesn’t matter)
I want more (it’s too late)
But I still can’t breathe