of course you'd fucked before
when she was alive but then she
died and the loving was never sweeter
though her curse was always on you.
everytime you broke through her dead
body and dragged ecstasy into her
still heart you wouldn't hear a word.
but she was always there. always.
and the pen held in her ghastly hand
will eternally sketch your aftermath.

A/N: old piece. been sittin' around the old hard drive for a while. decided to put it up and get it over with.