::: Macbeth :::

I'm certain, someday
you will run me through
with your sword
gut me nave to neck
just like Macbeth

and as my entrails fall
landing at your feet
I'll probably apologize
for the mess
and your inconvenience

I'd also have to thank you
for your actions
would have ensured
that your face
is the last thing I'd ever see

::: Wolf :::

chewing on the tissues
ripped out of the heart
bleeding, broken, unimportant
delicious
unwanted
where do you think you're headed?
you can't hide bloodstained lips with kisses
tell another story, then
everyone believes a clever
lying wolf
even when his fangs are dripping dark
claws against your throat
he rips you open
consuming what's left
in the aftershock
I hope it was worth it
falling apart
all for that small sip