You couldn’t have taken my love

not since it was given to you

so you chose to strip me down instead

 

You started with my eyes

scratching them raw

plucking skin between deft fingers

 

My lips were next

down the line of my nose

a Cupid’s bow that made Eros hurl

 

I could not have been trifled with

not since you ripped me apart

shredded every thread of my existence

 

My limbs torn away from my body

stretched past the seven seas

waves crashing on bare feet

 

I had wanted to die

 

Green irises pried open on calloused hands

 

I was not so fortuitous

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