Darling I think you have
Killed me…
I struggle to wake from the
Dream
And as the moon casts
Shadows
On my bed
I try to swaddle myself
In the night.
The place where you sleep is now
Empty
And I’m bleeding
Like never before.
Somewhere in the house a door creaks
Open;
I imagine that it’s
You
Coming home.
With a knife in your hand
And a smile on your
Face,
I watch the
Blood
Drip from the tip
Into your mouth.
I feel you suck the
Life
Out of me
And I feel you
Feel me.
Pulse slows and you
Leave again…
This time for good.
I wave like a
Waif
And you laugh at
My brittle hands
And my feeble
Questioning
Smile.
I say good bye
For the last time.
I’m free.
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