Blood

i can feel the blood in my arms marching
like soldiers.
It wants to get out so bad, but
i can't let it.
i can't.
Because then she wins.
That's not what she wants to happen, but
that's her prize.

i can feel the blood in my arms pounding
like drums.
Skin ready to burst.
i can't let it.
i can't.
Because then i lose, and
it's my time to win.
To win my self-control.