Fucked me some

funny

looking

women.

Two boys sitting in a

studio

listening to rap music,

burning nostrils and

blood still fresh in the

bathroom sink.

Drips of perfect

blood on the porcelain,

on the dusty wooden

floor and I swear

I cannot look in the

mirror.

I swell my eyes

at myself,

rationalize

and then

emerge.

One deep muttered breath.