We wait in silence
Can you feel the fire licking you?
Softly, don’t you see? It’s not trying to hurt you
It would never hurt you
Why are you bleeding like that?
Under the spit, spit, spit and rain of ash
In the end we’re all reaching towards each other anyway
So why should it matter?
The blisters eventually pop and you can’t hardly
feel it really because it’s just liquid so
what are you complaining about?
I never know when I open my mouth whose voice is going to come out
Spent so long with your tongue down my throat
We absorbed each other by osmosis
When you said your blood was my blood
I opened my skin in front of you
This is called non verbal communication and why are you bleeding like that?
Did it cut you too, darling?
Can you tell the difference between a conversation and a subtext?
Did you set yourself on fire to keep us warm?