All I want
is my two front teeth
and a red and yellow wall of flame
to separate us. A flickering rise
of firelight to shine
on the remains.
You’ve left me
for the last time. Now
I sharpen my fangs
on what’s left of you.
All I want
is my two front teeth
and a red and yellow wall of flame
to separate us. A flickering rise
of firelight to shine
on the remains.
You’ve left me
for the last time. Now
I sharpen my fangs
on what’s left of you.