The huntsman

she said to murder your darling she said to push a knife through my chest and let the blood spill so she could have my heart on a plate the night was silent coiling around my skin like a dead lover and I could feel your hand sliding into my ribcage unplugging the wires from … Continue reading The huntsman


Murder me darling

  Your image in my eye dries and dies; what could live in this desert place of mine? One day you'll have the death of me splattered all over your stark-white shirt the most soft and tender breath could be lost on your face.   -She's sitting between crumbled sheets, bones squeaking like a cat; … Continue reading Murder me darling