Trauma.

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.