I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Two pictures. Two. Hiddin behind you. Another shot and I'm bleeding. Your lips spit poizon. My broken lip, welts on my shoulder, another punch to the face. This broken glass has arteries and valves. I'll clean it in the morning, but it'll still be broken. I awoke without a ring on. Sometimes shit breaks, sometimes dogs are brown. It's a wretched thing, this chemistry. Burnt beakers, broken glass. The burner burnt too hot. Let's pretend it never happened. It twasnt a big deal. I'll still self immolate for you. Smoldered down to carbon, your ash stained heart.