Sanguine

TW: Blood, self-harm, sharp objects

dribbling from my mouth,
onto my chin – limpid drops –
a torrent of blood.

over cracked, pale lips,
a parched tongue hovers, jolted
by crystal iron.

a shattering wail
escapes the void in my soul;
piercing through the sky.

my blood-spattered teeth,
glinting – sharp and sinister – bare 
a dark, sanguine smile.
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