"How can't you see what you are doing?"
She inhales him deeply-
The aroma of his very scent
"Oh don't you worry, sweetie".

There's three candles on the sideboard
Three breaths away from darkness.
He reaches out to end it all now-
STOp sTOP "STOP IT Darling,
Now, don't you be so heartless".

Vultures surrounding them now
Swooping, clawing, biting, clenching
He's fallen and he's bleeding now
She's laughing and now leaving.

He's left there on the floor.
Vulnerable, rotting, sore.
She took his very own sweet scent
And spat him out - so raw.