--IN THE END, NIGHT ALWAYS WINS

Tease

To bleed out

on this exact spot,

to learn the honesty of blood,

what a gift that would be,

dead before your full bloom,

petals sticky and still tucked

before unfurling,

sprouts of pubic hair

nodding small whiskers

on white flesh the

sun has never seen,

your lower half no different

than the upper,

an open bazar,

a relief map of carnage,

a tarmac for wolves so famished

they’ll shred anything,

even young boys

not yet nine. 

But the death you so crave

Is nothing but a flirt,

a cock tease,

blue-balled and as arrogant

as the days it soft-pedals to suckers.  

You can bleed all you want,

scream all you want. 

The only one who’ll hear

is death,

and he’s already left the room.