- my throat spluttered and
my teeth shuddered.
you ask my name as if
it was fake.
i'm not a fan of sitting
on your lap, you ask me
to count how many fingers
would reach.
the back of my throat
longed for your hand.
i longed for your touch
soft and pale, my glands
swole around you, bittersweet
promises.
i don't need apples
i'd like the doctor to stay
his eyes pierced through the
flesh i had left, ember orbs.
he smiled softly and bit my soul.
the sickest patient.
the sickest doctor.
i waited for the scalpel
to reach my throat.
instead he kissed it,
his lips were cold.
his voice was low
he asked to see me
tomorrow.
i splutter blood
his words heal
my deepest wounds
his skin, cold steel.
wrapping my legs
around his waist
as a dying patient
gives the reaper a taste.
open heart surgery
and a kiss on the forehead,
he told me my blood
was only for the gorgeous.
