she walks with me
death
she walks with me
and a scalpel
grinning viciously
she's into that kind-of thing
she eyes me with her body
subtly hinting at the metal
she likes red music
my muse drinks red noise
she eats me with her gaze
gifted me a razor-blade
she wants blood
sour and red
not bitter and white
she wants an earthling
a ghost-dog watches paralyzed
she drops a tear
kisses me on the neck
just like mother used to
blushes and leaves
I have a new scalpel