i want you,
sprawled out on the bed
and begging me to return.
pushing my hair back,
so you can admire my face.
i want him,
so i can dig my fingernails deep
into the skin on his arms,
until he screams and bleeds,
until i reach the bone.
for tempting you.
for making you think
that you wanted any more
than me.
i want you here,
so i can fold the blanket
that rests in the atmosphere
which we call the sky,
and place it around your shoulders.
i want him here,
so i can put him in an electric chair
and pull out his fingernails
one by one,
and my sadistic hollow shell can laugh.