dear blood, or: thoughts while listening to you snore

there was this
moment when we locked eyes
my arm braced
around the doe’s limp neck
and we lifted her together
to spill blood and guts
on the patio
i felt my insides shift
with hers
something changed
everything changed
i told you this before
you went back to sleep
sayin oh honey baby oh honey girl
what to do what to do except
hold you again

there is a nameless bliss
in these quiet moments
(except you sound like a freight train
but like, a cute freight train)
where we melt together
and i can almost feel your blood
pounding through you into me

there was a scent
when we cut her open
the freshness of her blood
distinctive and somehow sweet
i caught a buzz off it
and i can taste her
in everything i’ve eaten since
i figured it out: it’s life
and this morning when i woke you
i smelled it on your skin
and in your hair
you’re alive, dear heart
let’s keep it that way

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