its in the bloom of a bruise its in the way she wears cold steak on an eye thats swollen shut in that hairline split between love and ache kiss with spit its in a fist full of hair its in a gasping for air its in the imprint of teeth into flesh into scalp into the hum into the drums kiss with spit what we hide behind locked doors what we sweep under floorboards all the filth that gets us by its the violence that keeps us alive young numb and dumb i want the scar i want split lips i want the gag i want the choke i want the spit kiss with spit i feel the pain i kiss with spit