blood dealer

two jars for two minutes of your heart

ten painted nails to paint your little finger

give and take, your version of equivalent exchange.

blood dealer, I’ll show you what it means to deal kind.

to deal hundreds for hundreds and loose change for loose change

you bleed poison from your wounded heart and treat it like the Love elixir.

you wield your words like knives but read them like poetry.

but dealing your love is dealing blood, Cupid.

I don’t need your bloodied arrows in my plate.