I
could
cut
through
my
skin
and find you in my veins.

Your lips red as blood.

Your nails painted to match the color of my hurt.

I am blue.

You have spun your intricate web of lies. I am
the foolish fly and you are my Black Widow.

You are going to eat me alive. I suppose that
is alright. At least then I will be within you the way
you are inside of me.

And if someone were to cut through your
flesh they would find whatever was left.