Full of riches
Full of hearts
Trust, a commodity
So easily traded
For what was never promised
A kiss of death
A millstone carried
For no reward but
My own
Self-destructive
Satisfaction
How deliciously
I cut and seared
My own flesh
Savoring
Each flaying stroke
How beautifully
My body twisted
To fit the tale
I wished were true
With wounds still fresh
From the biting needle
That tattooed the lie
On my desperate
Wanting soul