I bite my tongue now. Blood rapidly fills my mouth and my thoughts scatter. You outshine every other blackened flower struggling to grow in the harsh soil of my mind.

I want you to bite me. Chew me. Rip me up. Tear me to slivers. Desecrate me in your image.

Sink your teeth into my skin and heart. Draw blood and trail your tongue across my ruby markings.

Destroy me because I am tired of destroying myself.