The Bite Is Worse Than The Bark


Beneath the skin
Teeth on neck
Pulse throbbing under tongue
Purple blue tattoo
A mark, a claim
Infection of the blood
It spreads
Fingers to toes
Subtle disease
Feverish, sweat blinded
Nerve raw
A wire in the blood
For the blood is the life
Repeat it now
For the blood is the life
You hold it under your tongue
Slick, oily, salt
Every last drop
You pretty little glutton
Leaving cold marble
Leaving your creature
Wicked ivory smile
Stained pink
Lick your lips and fingers clean
Bound to your kitchen chair
Hair shorn
Twisted, bloodless
Eyes obscured by clouds
Breath caught in the tresses
Of your hair
Life hung from
The perfect crescent bruise
Of your sweet little mouth
They all fucking lied
The bite was worse.

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