wasn’t love she wanted, it was blood
with the word “love” on his skin
in the veins of their bodies pens were blood ink
into both merged flesh like foam wool cotton.
bed smeared with red tears it appears-a toast to a broken promise.
had passed away-her little shadow. Ceased her life when he went ahead
mate her neighbor’s mother and yet another another.
the tumble-he turned the neighborhood into his jungle-all prey prayed.
he perches, hovering like a vulture using crutches, needing help to find love-
submits in blood and oath- a tradition for revenge. And before skins combine
produce an ocean of liquid flood frozen, his cap was on the floor-not off his head
from his shroud beneath