"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would
say
but the wound would be already
open
She would close her eyes
squint them
poke her tongue out
and shake her head
"Sorry."
She liked to bite
couldn't help it
"You're gonna kill somebody
one day. Bleed 'em to death or
something."
"Sorry, sorry."
but some people
some girls
are just impossible to stay mad at
Despite her words
there was
no remorse for opening the wound
no remorse for licking it
making it bigger with her tongue
And no remorse for sucking
the blood out of it
She never swallowed
Just swirled it around her mouth,
loving the saltiness
and the taste of metal,
and then let it drip down her chin
She was arguably
one of the
greatest
among the great ones
The world was growing colder
because the weather
was akin
to people’s hearts,
he was told
in a dream
The people had denied him
the world
and he was left with the backstreet
dumpster
And he had to share the
backstreet dumpster with the dogs
Or rather the dogs had to share
it with him
Regardless,
they agreed
and at least this corner of
the world
was a little warmer
Daydreaming as a profession 