Shared Scars

stain my wrist 
cut deep 
a willing knife 
watch the red 
following history 
etched into my palm 
weep 
weep 
weep 
from my fingertips 
on the earth 
crimson vignette 
of searing ache

in the moonlight 
blood is black 
a beautiful black 
like the paint 
on your fingers 
infused into me 
subliminal parallel 
to my sunless mind 

maybe we are a shared obsession 
love's folie à deux 
dipped in blood 
whistling of eagles 
soaring above 
witnessing black magic insanity 

it isn't deep enough 
to replace the ache 
cut 
cut
cut 
into yielding skin
till that moment 
our time. 

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