Smile, just smile
through your cracked teeth
and bloody gums. Your raw throat
(torn from screaming out his name(were
youbeggingagain?) in either passion or pain-or BOTH)
opens and you vomit out all the filth that he's polluted you with.
All the lies (coming (back) out of your mouth for the hundredth time)
are echoing inside your almost.empty skull and beating up
your brain (not just your body this time). Let him use you
as a punching bag—you look lovely when covered with crimson.