Blood Thread

Tell me what you sell,
And I’ll tell you what
Will send you to hell;

I’ll tell you what will
Be the death of you—
Odds and ends? Your flesh?

Your hours? Your masked self?
Tell me what you sell;
I’ll know what kills you.

Life, hey? Is that it?
High on life are you,
And quick to say it?

Life will eat you, child,
Just like words eat me—
Them from us. Those teeth.