Show me your liver and

I’ll show you my spine

Lies are an arrow

your mouth is the twine

my heart is the enemy

the bow is just a bow

same as the quiver

and you’re quivering

or is it shivering

because just like always

words are sharp swords

words are closed doors

and darkening floors

because too much blood

isn’t red

it’s black and that’s sick

but that’s truth and it’s sticky