"you've acquired new scars,
birthed since the last time,
i saw you so bare."

   he buries his arousing discovery
into my patchwork skin
kissing each neat slit like they make him want me more
   like the ground within his bones begin to rattle, losing control
forcing him to rip open the barely healed seams and watch my blood pour
his gaunt eyes seeping with lust

"i love you, my girl,
regardless of the controversy you create."
  
  though we know it isn't regardless of,
it's because of
which is why, in 6 months to this date,
when it's time to want me again
exposing me to the slaughterhouse beauty pageant we become
he will discover further harm,
wounds dedicated to his fleeting lust