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Malice

Heartache

You were

A mistake

To love what is lost in the deepest sense of self is

Decided only in hell

She was the reason, the coldest touch I felt yet

Riddled with comforting warmth

Cut throat sick, strangled in her bed – wide opened wrists

Sliced in ways that would make the strongest curl and twist

Don’t hold back; she used to beat me with unnerving force

Fuck this cunt: she will live to be my final course

Braised, sautéed to make

A hearty whore, oven baked

Roasted thighs spiced with her lover’s eyes

Bon appetit

Bathed in a brine

Of the fluid in her spine

Fillet to be plated and served on a table for one to dine

Love never dies

Veins intertwined

This former love of mine

Her organs cleanse me

Sickening to the test

We’ve learned what we like best

To eat her, to set her free

Set her free

Lover’s heart

Her pain has ended, mine’s just begun

Lover’s heart

No act of contrition could make this undone