turn off that damn kitchen light

you are too cheap to pay the bill

soft fingers singing songs that stain my ribs berry purple  

costing a loin and cheating a fool

you trace my spinal cord to the root

and dissect where skin meets bone

slip it out and laugh

it’s lymphatic and weak anyways

take it as compensation for the words that stick to my throat

spitting at me with a placcant empty stare

as i choke and gag on my heart 

before throwing it up onto your lap

leaking bile and staining your stupid dress

you block the sunlight with your branches

stretching limps every-which way

laughing as the color drains from my skin 

shrieking buckling knees 

painting roses on your cheeks

you break every knuckle in my hand one by one and then intertwine yours with mine