you tell me my ribs look like a butterfly
about to soar into the warm summer night.
I must agree, my chest cracked open
my flesh exposed to you, bare, naked
just for you.

I try to speak, but with my lips barely parted
only blood can dribble out, down my chin.
you straddle me, and drag the blade
further down, past my torso.

the skin around my pelvis tears open
with blood bubbling nauseously
around the open wound.

a burning hot tear slides down your cheek
and you murmur that I was pregnant.

my shallow breaths tell you that
the baby was yours.

my skin feels so tight, so overpowering,
so wrong,
and my eyelids slide over my vision,
casting me into a searing darkness
one last time.

I finally adorn myself with
these wings of bone
and fly free.