Room 125, 2:08 AM, November

he rips with his teeth
big blood rush, flows, bubbling stream
white glow through blinds
white eyes
tight breath
I am the ebbing tide,
retreat before rolling wave
he is the salty gush, the crash
seafoam taste
his dormitory walls
crack open cold flesh
♠ ♠ ♠
written from personal experience; please be careful out there