Her words stung me,
Like a butchers knife,
Piercing through my flesh,
Pink and exposed,
Vulnerable like a sacrificed beast,
Slain at heart,
It’s beating fast,
Red boiling,
Blue as her jeans,
My veins dwindle,
Lips move only for a fraction,
To moan,
To protest,
To ache,
But as I swallow my last pill,
I knew I lost the battle.
