you sent hell-hounds to the doors of my body and
spread legged, my mouth agape in a crooked laugh, i said,
“i’ve seen worse. i’ve tasted the darkest water and drank curses, bitter blood, rolled jealousy around the meat of my tongue and i have known, intimately
the tart misery of a night walking near-empty roads, side stepping death as it speeds
towards my body
and felt nothing.
do your worst. do your most deadly and bastard deeds.
i am less human
than the beasts at my door.”