papercut.

She spilled your roses.


Over your death red ocean.



She kissed the wind.


She prayed for the nightmare.



She wanted to die.

She wanted to escape.

The remedy.





The used sex.


Spilled over her table top


He said


She had weakness.



In her heart in his hands.




And




The raping of her mind.



Made her immature with

His death threats

And she smiled like a child.


She wanted it more.





She was his paper cut.




She got dirty.


She got infected.


He tasted her blood in his hands


What he was made of.


Was already in hers.



And he smiled like a child.



And she used sex.

He used it on her.

She spilled him over the table top.



And he got dirty.


And he got infected.




She kissed the wind.


she wanted to die.