with blood under my nails.
The dried blood of my insides on my insides
spoke of hot sex in a world far from
where I stood now.
Slave me away
My insides churned in turmoil
But I groaned
made myself an espresso
the most pleasurable thing I could possibly reward myself with
Two hours down the line
I would have to take the blood off
that last reminder
that last remainder
of worlds far beyond the mundane
hastily washed away for fear of judgement
judgement of humanity.