Traitor

You tell me you're hurting

I tell you, I know

Saccharine sweet, dewy eyed

Watching ardently

Crimson honey bleeding through your skin

Body writhing, twisting with pain 

Gurgling blood, choking again

Maggot infested, rotting flesh

The smell of it, nauseating

Lying, backstabbing bastard 

Treacherous hands tainted with sin

Gently cradling your jaded corpse 

Squeezing the ample flesh of your heart

How the thrumming of it quivers

Languid breathing, claws digging deep

Red staining the whites of my teeth 

Eyes glazing over, silence following

Echoes of your voice still linger

You tell me you're hurting

I tell you, I know.

-Sarah Khan