your ocean eyes asphyxiate her,
ruthless possession and violent passion rakes across her skin
drawing lines of scarlet and tears
and she's like the e m p t y spaces in between sentences
-stabbed repeatedly with punctuation-
and the weight of his words left her:
colorless--carnation cheeks have fled long ago
(though sometimes i see a flowering bruise on her sternum
looks like your fist, strangely)
but she still loves you,
she says, with a sterile voice.
and i can hear my heart crack.