you slit the cat's throat in front of me and told me to stop being so dramatic
told me to stop crying, because at least it wasn't me
with a knife in my windpipe, cutting out cries in the shape of barbed wire
"you're so sensitive, it's irritating," as you dig your bitten nails into my skin
the jagged edges a serrated blade
but how could you know; i wiped the blood away before you could see it
acid seeps underneath the door
you're calling my name through the frame, strain in your words from the effort
of hoisting gallons of corrosives, spilling it all against this wall separating us
at least you're breaking down the barriers between us
(we were meant to be skin to skin)
i should stop complaining about the poison hitting my body because you are trying