contest

There’s blood in my alcohol
And not the other way around
Down
Town
Word on the street is you’ve given
A person other than me your other
Spare key
What is this?
A game of don’t kiss
Then tell?
A game of who can do or say
Something mean as can be?
A contest of how badly we
Hurt one another? And
If so, what will we win?
Scars that etch deeper than the surface
Of our thin skins?
I imagine a world where you don’t exist-
I see the opposite of heaven.