white couch
I got a bit of blood
on your white couch
I restrained myself
From feeling too guilty
Too scared-
I was successful in doing so
But I still needed to be restrained.
It was just a thumb nail,
pain underrated
and a little
bit
of
blood.
I knew you would notice , and you did
and you restrained yourself,
you were succesful in doing so
But it was still necessary that you were restrained.
We both bite our fingernails
and the skin around them.
You have always bled so much better than I,
so neatly
so frequent
But our teeth stay closed,
and our jaws stay clenched.
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