deeper

each word you speak

is held like a knife against my throat,

just barely pressing into my skin;

nothing more than a sting,

yet threatening to destroy me completely.

and i fear the blade, i do,

but every time you stop,

i find myself falling to my knees

and begging you to draw blood next time.

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