Your turn

my bones

to dust.


without a

thought or

consequence.


and no

matter how

many times

I make

love to

you ,


you always get

up from

our bed

leave.


and days

later I

can still

feel your

teeth

in my

chest

as I

breathe.


and I

fear my

punctured heart

is losing air.


but that

is never a

concern for

you.


only myself

and your

stable of

one night

lovers.


who share

the marks

of the

beast with

me as well.


and the

unholy feeling

that our souls

have been

eaten alive.


and our

eyes have

been

torn out

and hurled

through the

face of

the sun...