Blistering loss,
sobering realisations,
the white sterility
of the bone
which protrudes from the skin.

She gets on top
riding his cock

Death grows
Death consumes
Death ruminates

Sex
Sex
Sex

A wounded body
Chewed out lust
Vile pain
Scratch marks galore.

She grinds like a convulsing junkie

A drop of blood is drawn
as a razor catches
skin.

He places his hands on her breasts

Bodies stood straight
Hearts disassembled

The dream of killing one’s self
is a hard pill to swallow
but it’ll be swallowed
nonetheless.

Ulcerated stomach,
thighs with
thin scar wounds.

She moans,
his dick throbs
inside her.

Reality cracks
with frail emotion

He epilates himself
in the
bathroom mirror.

Each protruding hair
serves only as a reminder
of gnawing horror.

The agonising walk upstairs
Some dank university accommodation.
The yearning to be loved
The need to do right by wrong.

The screaming
The shouting
The silence

Indignant
sorrow.

Clockwork
regret.

Suicide
Suicide
Suicide

A cracked mirror
A bruised fist

It wasn’t meant to happen like this.

Vomit leaves my throat
creating a beautiful portrait
of self-hate in the toilet bowl.