pain of betrayal

don’t turn your back
a knife between the blades
twist it
twisted
help me twist it (further)
blood-red haemoglobin
(deep-rich) red (let it seep)

tear the six-inch
cold stocky-slit steel
from the fullsome folds of flesh
and inter salt between
the fleshy
rifts and sew it sealed
with barbed needles
and chainmail thread
(help me sew it)