you’ve built a home
in the arteries of my heart
and i was reckless
to believe you’ll
stay

i’ve grown weary
of laundry baskets
with blood-stained kisses
and a carcass of my worth

on the table i serve
the champagne of my innocence
and you clinked your goblet
with mine
cheers to your simmering
thirst for my listless soul

i fall into a heavy slumber
and woke up to a phantasm
of hypnotic skies
a trance, longing for your
tight, suffocating embrace

the bathroom floor
caught a glimpse
of a toxic touch,
lacerate deep
into my bones
bleed out the pain
of throbbing despair

as you exit through the gate
i was gasping for air
what i thought was a home
actually was -

a slaughter house.