I lay down on my back, knife in your hands
My stomach is so soft, flesh and blood caressing the blade
Praying your fingers will slip
And brush
Inside of me
Your hands are hard and unforgiving
As they grip my insides
You're leaning all your weight on me
Crushing my lungs
My blue face stays warm
Basking in your light
I can see that gorgeous curve of your nose as you rummage around
A lock of your hair brushes my face
And I am content as you rip out my heart
I am content as your fingers dig into its tender meat
I am content to watch
as the blood drips down the throat of your lover
As I see your feet silently stalk behind her
Away
I am content.
I remember how you laughed
And I can almost feel my heart throb again.