I put an incision over her neck
She doesn't scream, like she used to
Blood gushes out with force
Submerging the rose petals laid around
The raw flesh gapes at me with awe
I fear I have hurt her
But My feelings say otherwise
Today I saw her inner beauty
The kind that everyone talks about;
I feel ecstatic and satisfied
The blood is a bold shade of red
And my lover was killed on this bed.
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