Ink to Blood
In the triangle room, blood drips from ears
Screaming
This is real, blood pools, spent oil, on the floor
Dreaming
Sticky thick blood forms an evergreen shape of you
Talking
Maroon-brown lips, blood lover mine fluidly moves
Kissing
Blood-blanketed warm, saltwater drips from eyes
Missing
This is real, tears pool, future ocean, on the floor