And every selfish act of love
you bruised upon my skin will
be the outline of my coffin
They'll wrap my fragility in satin,
anything to soften the fall
They will burry me deep,
with postmortem marks of
your teeth
My organs will be gone,
dying out across your sheets,
waving flags of defeat
My blood will be on your hands
and you won't care to wash it off
You'll leave your handprints
on my thighs
and lick your fingers with pride
You will watch as they lower
me beneath the surface
and smile wide
*There is no greater revenge
than staying alive