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.