their blood had long been together
she was bleeding all over him
on the counter were stains of red and bile
he rubbed the stain with his index finger
full hard and pressing
waiting for the stain to give

he rubbed out the stain
while she leaked in the bathroom
her legs wouldn't work and she laughed

he liked to feel her quiver
he held himself deep inside her
and gave her the pulse
the shock of being inside her

he sent out a pulse that
circumcision aided in affect
she knew he wasn't trying to cum
and he enjoyed the blood of their sex

her eyes went back into slits of white and convulsion
he held her like this "you have a gray hair," he said
he worked his nerve damaged hands to find the hair
she waited
with him inside her

he found the hair
and took his index finger:
removal, the show,
she looked at it as he resumed fucking her
later on the couch during the tutors
she would tell him he removed her wisdom

he knew they were doing things
neither had seen before
he held the gray hair and stared
at her giving thighs
the light of late afternoon
told him it was the first of several
that he would rip the gray from her
until it grew in places he couldn't reach

he would keep her from death
fuck her in life
and pull all the hairs in between