the feeling of my fist in your jaw
it's all gone pete tong
your teeth rip my skin
on the second course

your blood keeps my hands warm heart warm face warm
I cut you open crawl inside and stay

oh to peel away
the layers of skin and see what's within
all the pink and gray
either full of bleeding or starving for oxygen

you can scream if you need
I kind of like to hear you say my name
I like to hear you saying please
with my bearcat I tease

a little knife
a little sharp
a little plunge
into the dark