why won't the bleeding stop
when you've certainly removed
your knife from my back
and prettied yourself up again
to look like the tart that you are
and claim to hate
and I realize
as your blade
tore through my spine
crippling me
it pierced my heart
the only thing I had left to offer
now spews forth
with your puerile disciples
dancing in its spray
red slicked children
reveling in the summer's heat
