Blood between my legs

Trickles down the creases in my thighs,

And they tell me it’s unnatural

When my fingers come back stained

The color of the wine I drank straight from the bottle

The night before, which dyed my

Teeth and tongue the same dark hue.


I drank the blood of Christ once.

He travelled down my throat sweetly and smoothly,

He kissed my insides, he simmered with my pulse,

He even sang through my veins but now

He too rests under my fingernails,

Until the lemongrass soap next to the sink

Pulls him down the drain with the rest of the dried red.