If I went blind, I know that you would swallow bells so that I could find my way beside you. And if you stumbled down to your knees, I would pull my eyelashes out from unseeing eyes one by one, and press them into your fingertips, offering you wishes, one by one.
You carry my heart between your teeth, trapped in front of warmth and bathed by breath. Sharp incisors clenched, piercing flesh, breaking surfaces. Sweet red blood across sweet red lips.
I might develop this into a longer piece later on??