Bloodstains on the white carpet
She lies supine, gaze fixed on the ceiling
Smothered by an infinite ocean of red
Never to be seen again

there are 170 000 words in the English language
yet nothing I say is ever good enough

Pink frosting
on her lips,
her fingertips
stroking my cheek
making me weak
One kiss
So sweet

the number lowers
bit by bit
it is never enough
it will never be enough
not until my body is perfect
and i’m light as a feather
floating up into the sky
goodbye world.

Once the seed of doubt is planted
it feeds on our minds
and grows into a tree of fear