You hold me tighter than I’ve ever been held. Even as I suffocate and my body cracks, under the searing pain and panic, I can also feel your warmth.
It smells like iron as it seeps out your wounds, washing over my coarse flesh with each time your hold tightens; each time my spikes sink deeper into your flesh.
I can taste it in my mouth as I lose feeling in the rest of my body,
and I think then I finally understand…
you are in so much pain too.