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.