ah, look at you. just like me.

our legs are numb on the cold floor. 
pulled closer to that numbness, i scratch the space between her eyebrows.
blood is ridden deep behind my fingernails, scent so sweet and welcoming.
 
alas! a soft sclera, it's cornea driven deep behind the head, sitting peacefully for me to find it. a sharp hit to the head and it falls out onto the palm of my hand.
 
split in half, we divulge into this new offering. body revitalised and redness to the cheeks.
 
shhh.
 
the fog finally drifts away.