Give me blood or give me nothing
I want to see your skin torn open
Past the bone, the sinew,
With every word, every step, every move
Cracking and holding vulnerable
Like a retractor
Bypassing the clean, the neat, and
Past the things that waste our lives
And straight to the core
Like I do
Like I do almost every time
Like I do when it's worth it.
And as the last sacred, useless vestiges of your closely-kept trappings
Fall to the blood-slicked floor,
Then
Then we will know.
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