crimson crucifix

the devotion by fletcher sibthorp

I wear your name around my neck like a crucifix,
the kind of salvation only an ever-loving God can give. 
Ruby-adorned silver, embellishments galore,
dark, dark red,
blood pooling under my neck.
Teeth buried, it hurts, but I'd kill you if you ever stopped. 
You tear my skin apart, your lips tinged with crimson. 
How can you make what was dead feel alive again?