Twisted Valentine

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Tattoos and piercings are lodged in the weave of her becoming

A pale flame that undulates from my hips towards the ceiling

She feels like mine but she is held within the darkness’ grip

Its heavy fingers are printed in the slats between her ribs

 

I want to reach up inside and touch her deep as she can take

But the one who came before me is coiled there like a snake

Suddenly cruel, I insinuate the word ‘love’ into her ear

It is the single weapon I know that will cut into her

 

At the impact of my cruelty her groan shatters into a cry

And I see the truth congealed upon the mirror of her eye

Satisfied, I watch the tracking of a single salty tear

As it snakes along her cheek to hide in the hair below her ear

 

I apologize in a voice almost innocent of the lie

But if I couldn’t make her love me then at least I made her cry.

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