So through snide remarks
A sharp smile bites your spiteful words
Like a dog, with a beautiful muzzle,
The sparkle, the dimple, hides his
Those sharpened ‘canines’, ready for
Something red to tear apart;
Your dimple. Thread by thread.
Skin clinging on to mean utterings,
For the noise of words and a break from silence.
For silence, bleeds the skin drier and quicker,
Then spiteful spit’s percussion drums,
Keeping that bleeding pumping organ
Feel that beat.
Feel that beat quicken.
As you strap on your lousy muzzle to fight;
Leather latches tighten around your clenched jaw.
Strap goes snap.
Scratch away at his skin too
Blunt nails still scathe
(even temporarily, teeth chipping away,
bit by bit
jaw by jaw)
Temporary bites soon turn to scars.
Till you hear his purple red vessel pulse in your palm
Quickening to a silence.
Then you know, the job is done.