draculazy

molten silver

Fleshy tears are eating my heart; 
Skin melts off my bone. 
I am painting the sheets with 
A coat of myself - 
Not a woman, but a stain.
Something to be washed out
And forgotten. 

You are a lead sprinkler.
What is it that you hold?

It has an enchanting metal glint
And so I sip it when it is poured.
My throat is long gone,
My stomach worn; 
It is swallowing my ribs.

It is not just pain - 
It is pain that glitters. 
Pain that is precious.
Pain with value.
Pain that others pay for. 
Pain that you give freely
And so grateful I should be.

You are now an empty case
And I am a puddle on
The bedspread. 
You must go home, 
Refill yourself 
And hunt for a new girl
To burn.