she's always been attracted to the beauty of darkness.
see that knife,
darlin’?
right
over there?
grab it, hold
it to your
chest -
listen to your
pulse,
and tear
don’t fret,
my love,
for i’ve
the mind
and lips
and moans
to sew
your chest
anew -
what’s the
point
in bleeding
blood,
when you’ve
the ability
to write
the truth?
