Elizabeth
By: Bleached Roses

Note: As utterly disgusting as it sounds, this is loosely based on the reality that an acquaintance of mine faced. Her husband actually wanted this to happen.

A fleeting memory--
her life, in your hands,
so ephemeral.

"No" : my one-word refusal,
of stripping away
my l.o.v.e
which you so delicately abuse.

Calloused palms sweep across
my swollen stomach,
massaging her with ecstacy
-&- morphine.

t r u s t i n m e
you purred.
-&- so I b e l i e v e d

Reused syringe piercings
-&- coat hanger claws
were all it took.
Before the night--
her life passed through your hands.

My backalley baby,
through crime-committing concieving.

-&- she cried
m . u . r . d . e . r

as she mutated into another::
dumpster-dying delivery.