She
Velvet blood pouring over parched lips,
Hollows for eyes,
Shards of glass for a heart,
Opaque pieces, throbbing, drenched in metallic blood.
Bones made from steel.
Words carved in ice. This is the tormented.
Victim by action, sufferer by default, twisted
from malice.
Tormenter and the tormented,
Shackled by pain, devoured by desire.
The unrequited scars of innocence.
A beautiful game, an emptied remorse. Tears to her
sightless eyes.
Your words cut her like razors, sharp, cruel and
To the core. Unforgiving turmoil, striking
At her bloodied shirt, slicing through her body like rice paper.
A still beating life, in the palm of your hand,
A hole left where you used to be in her soul, a bleeding,
Mournful death.
You wrenched the heart from her chest!
You killed her, or did you?