When you came into my home, I felt your gaze lock onto me. You think I didn’t feel the way your pale spider eyes stalked me But I knew, from the moment you cornered me in the lillies.
When you drew me onto your lap, I was paralyzed. Your hands crept closer, never touching yet I felt your imagination ***** my thigh as acutely as though you had struck me across the face.
You dwelled deep in your elected paradise while the hell-flames from the sky licked at my limbs and caressed my body leaving wounds that would fade into scars Scars I would carry until the day that I died in your heart.
You turned my body into a wasteland, your bubble of hot poison polluting my heart; my landscapes scorched by the fire of your ***** that swept across and broke my life.
You said you could not **** me --would not **** me-- for “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight."
But you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style; you tore me apart and ripped from within me my stillborn girl. This child within me died and took me along with her
But, fear not, you pentapod monster for to you, life will go on. For you, the rest is rust and stardust.