The Night that I Killed Him

The stench of blood fills the air.
Intoxicating us both.
My body soft, bare for the taking.
My voice quivers, and I beg you.

To grab my nails and color them a sickening pink.
Pull my hair until I’m left screaming.
Paint me until I’m left a clashing orchestra.
Spoon my eyes out so I remain innocent.

To claw my neck and claim me yours.
Break my limbs so I can do nought but wriggle.
Cut my tongue and let the copper fill my mouth.
Tape my mouth so I cannot scream.

To drown in my own vomit.
Crack my ribs and drink my sour stew.
Slurp my fat through a straw so I may remain content.
Picture my face as the gurgles break my voice.

All for me, this is who I am.
Choking on the snot.
All of me, inside of you.
Gagging on your clots.

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