Dear S

Cradling the knife, like the child you denied life.

Bleeding out my insides when you gutted me like a fish.

Sharp and deep. It burns like the words you use to regret me. 

Eating my heart at dinner.

With her. 

You smile and there's blood in your teeth.

It was planned methodically. 

You didn't do it swiftly.

It was a messy blood bathed struggle.

In which she lay dying for some time.

Blood gurgling from her throat.

Tears still in her frozen eyes. 

As you stand over her body to gloat.