The words you whispered were silk sliding across my skin
I felt your steady breath fluttering gently against my neck
I felt safer than I had in months, but what I didn't realise
Was that you were dragging thread-thin blades down my back
so softly that I mistook them for your rough fingers
and that one day,
you would leave me to bleed out,
lying there still blissfully unaware,
all by myself.