With steady hands, a marksman eye, My heart thumps within my chest. Sweat beads, then drips, then pools. My toes grip into the floor, tips turn white. There is pain, sharp and bright. I watched the tongue move slowly across that lip, So red, so plump, so tight.
I bite my nails until they bleed And watch the blood run down It pools into the crevices of my knuckles Each drop hits the floor A little harder, with more determination Than the one before The stains on the carpet are old and lingering