Dashed crimson slits
branded into tender flesh;
his heated blade reaches bone
as he carves his name
into her spine.
She drinks starlight for breakfast.
Tans in the moonlight to hide
blistered lips with melanated vaseline.
She cakes rouge over her bloody cheeks.
It is a different shade of red.
Scarlet droplets shine white
in the gleam of sunshine
from the east-facing window.
Laced curtains flutter in the breeze,
laughing.
Morning comes, relentless. He smiles.
Sinew stains her sheets,
creasing the silk
between her legs.
FREED VERSE 
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