she sat atop his body brooding
breaking belittling him and his poorly-lit room
the scent of bleach in her hair and on her hands from the last one
and there were eyes in the back of her head and the tip of her tongue
so she could see down his throat and find the man within
tear him out and pull him down down down down down down
into the water
to steal her heart back from him
(and he was a man like the night, always fleeting
no matter how long you long for him)