I look at him
wondering where he is broken
so I can see if his brokenness is anything like mines
Are we both shattered pieces coming together to create form?
Or will we crush each other even more?
The Shattering is inevitable
And if I bleed from touching him
I will proudly lick my own blood like it’s sweet nectar to my famished heart.
If it’s poison, I will dive into the dying of the light happy, smiling.
Wearing the scent of surrender on my little black dress.
By Janell Hihi