What My Body Has Become

I do not know how to be anymore.

My tongue has morphed into a forked being, mirrored by fang like teeth dripping with the poisonous words my heart cannot erase.

My blood has become an irresistible poison that eagerly murders you with a single tantalizing sip.

My eyes have transformed into ice cold orbs that stare into your soul until your intestines freeze as my heart did that night.

My hands are changing into weapons of mass destruction that will eradicate you after the first night you spend enthralled by their contact.

My lips are no longer soft and sweet and rounded, but sharp as the knife I used to carve a smile into my stillborn mouth.

Author's Note

this is not pretty enough to be poetry