Stab(bed)

I came with the violence of last night,
where we wrestled
on a crime-scene bed,
limbs entangling
underneath the streets
in a tug-of-war with
the half-ripped clothes
we couldn't wait to take off

The fingerprint bruises
digging into your back
must've been my revenge
for how you pinned me down
and sliced my lips open
with your tounge,
muffling my cries
that begged you to..

Stab me
again
and again
and again,
charging my body with
multiple counts of ecstasy,
fracturing my voice
into whimpers as you

Continue to beat me
into the sated stillness
of a moonless night,
perfect for covering up
your crime by carrying
my limp boby and burying it
in your arms.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.