Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

His ear.

Ripped.

The taste of his blood on the tip of her teeth. Now she knew it to be true.

He had shed the blood of another for her. He had shed the blood of himself. She did not view these acts as some grand devotion of selflessness.

She saw them as the greedy, wild moves they were.

She welcomed them all the same.

He held her and she rumbled, deep and warm. She could feel it in her bones. The closing call of their dance.