hunted

by Fela Park (She/They)

i’m lying in a field of clover
bleeding out beautifully
skin seams split, exposing organs
with my everything oozing into dirt
you’re on me, straddling my hips
with your arms in my sternum
deep crimson stains up to your elbows
your hands grip my still beating heart
i beg you not to break it
while you pull it out
you wanted to see the scars
and stitches from where
it's been broken before
you eye it, pleased with
the story it tells, the three
deep scars and the newest
row of freshly sewn gut
you ask to have a bite of it
“a taste,” you say, “just a taste.”
and you promise it won’t hurt
you promise it won’t leave
a mark, but i know you will
when your teeth sink in
and my life water spills
down your throat, iron fills
the air, the ichor of red
washes over your breasts
and from the sharpness
i shudder surrounded
by soft clover