how does victim taste on your burning tongue?
That sensation, that fear and uncertainty-
closing your throat?
shooting sparks down your legs?
‘Tis a shame you’re broken, my dear girl.
That you are simply not strong enough,
that you have created a life for yourself
where your only hope is to be saved, yes?
‘Tis a pity
there isn’t a woman on fire by your side
burning tongue in your ear,
filling your lungs with infectious smoke,
keeping you warm despite cold shoulders.
What a waste.
What a shame.