she thrusts out her hand
reaches inside of me
and writes
an epic poem
on my ribs
scratching our love stories
into the bone
fingernails tearing
cracking
scraping
away until the marrow
can be seen
where she will
inscribe
our romance
in inks of red and blue
she tears apart my
bones
holds my heart in both
her hands
digs in green-painted
nails
until the blood runs freely
and then
and only then will
she
be satisfied
with her handiwork.