Liquid lozenges
Cracking off of my teeth
Her blood
Just oozing out between the cracks
She swirls around my lip,
A slow, deliberate
Movement of two worlds
I suck the air in
And with it
Splatters from her innards
It’s all I can do
To not recoil at its form,
Lodged in my throat
And the bits
Scurrying to fill my lungs
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