Splinter.

You broke me
shattered me.
I want to watch you pick up the pieces
of me that remain,
and cut your sadistic hands
during the process.

I want to see a broken piece of me
embedded under your skin:
Nihilistic
canniballistic
romantic.

I hope that piece of me
stays within you
a constant reminder;
A permanent scar.

Don't try to wash it away
because I'll sink even deeper
and ensure that I continue
to take refuge
in your quivering flesh.

Bonded by blood, we are not
but soon I'll be in yours,
at least a part of me will.

A part
of me
that once was whole
that you shattered.