Your fingers linger on the bruises
You put there just last night
Covering
Last week's addition with thoughtful convenience
Streaks of red and blue around my throat
A word too fast
A breath too short
I made you angry
You did not realize
This one time would be the last
A second too long
A lifetime lost
My body in a bag
A macabre sculpture you created like an artisan
Molding my face into a canvas of fear and pain
Into the blank face of death
You created art and like most artists
I(t) will haunt your sleepless night
With every memory of me