(no subject)

[far_flung_tonic]

Sometimes
When we meet
you bring along
your next best fresh kill.

Her blood spills
all over our fresh linen table cloths

After such a display
I can hardly help
but leave my hand prints
on their dimpled skin
when you turn your back
seconds is all it takes
and sometimes
I take seconds

Such a Sweet Smile
A pretty willing
Victim.

I know by now I cannot hurt you directly
So if you bruise my heart
I will bruise her neck
and widen her eyes
until she sees the good in me, the tyrant in you
prisoners of war
frequently grow attached to their captors,
you know.