unmarred by the passage of time
so fair
so pristine, so prime
oh, so debonair

your face rotted off
not a strand on your head
your white bony wrist
still tied to your bed

as beautiful as always
i gaze in astonishment
you suddenly twirl
in joyous bewilderment

you laugh, twist and turn
locked in my arms
your eyes blaze and burn
i don’t fall for your charms

you say “you’ll never have me,
so you’ll have to kill me”
and “take this knife,
bury it in me”

i draw with the tip
loops on your belly
ghosting the blade
along your spine

“it won’t end it, you know
you’ll still be alive”
a droplet of crimson
runs down your side

you’ll always be here
my cyanide bride



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