I killed by the millions.

"We are standing by a wishing well."

She was always so beautiful.
Her hair hung, and her voice rang in my veins.

She once told me that poetry was for the weak.
My smile bled, and I knew she was torn.

"Who has consumed you, maiden?"
I needed to know.
"Your body." She smiled.

This woman is dead.
And her death will be the birth of me.

I loved her with every inch of my being.
She loved me with every inch of her genitals.
The *****.

I offered her the moon, the stars,
the magic that never came to be,
I offered her the sun, the clouds,
the person I never came to be.

"I'm wishing..", She spoke into the endless pit.
"I'm wishing..",   the well spoke back to her.

I too, wished.
Nobody spoke back to me.