She made me watch
As she ate my heart out
Ouch
I felt every grit and grind
Of her teeth

She enjoyed
Every bite
Or bit
Of me

She smiled
With red lips

Ecstatic off my love

Her feast
Was bon appetite
….
She left room
For the entrée
Her true love

I was

But a snack
This time

This life was
A waste
Basket full of tragic
Dead ends

All leading
To the one fall
I refused
To prevent
The
W
o
r
s
e
love.