Blood

 I need you to kill me so we can both feel it. No, seriously. Rip me apart with your teeth and feel my flesh for the last time. How about we split it an even 50/50, so one day you can feel it too? I don’t think you’ve even started bleeding and you couldn’t stop it. For me, it never stopped. Day by day, dripping away, it never stopped. Do you want to feel it too? This time I’ll make you notice—how it feels to be broken and underneath the bugs. I know you like the taste of blood, you’re a killer. But this time you can feel it too.