Not As Rough As Poem by James McLain

One tooth just one metal tooth
nipping at your neck being
pulled down and checked
for sharpness with a clarity
that defies reason except
your need to be bitten why
must it hurt who said it has
to hurt not me it does not have
to hurt you do not need to validate
your existence by the pain that
you feel or the amount of blood
you can leak on the rag that
was your friend before that person
to felt the need to be drained of all
their vitality and hemoglobin the
other red stuff not white platelets
preferably purple how many must
feel this urge that cannot be filled
any other way yet their is a way do
you want to find it it is on the way.