Heartless.

Here she holds your still beating heart.
The one thing, she thought was hers.
Can you feel her nails, digging within?
Does it hurt as much as you've hurt her?

She can feel your blood begin to drain.
A warm wetness, slides down her wrists.
The pleasure that arises, the strength she has.
At your knees, begging for the mercy you desire.

Faintly beating, the blood gathered in a pool.
Your life she holds, it's too late to take it back now.
She always was best at revenge, see how it plays?
Her mouth is watering, yearning to taste your blood.

Bled out now, she's grinning with eagerness.
Pale dainty hands, hold the barely warm heart.
It's beating has resided, blood streaking her hands.
She smiles her sweet sane grin, fumbling it slowly.

Bringing her finger tips to her lips.
Tracing them softly, closed eyes.
Her tongue laps up, the sweetness,
She's desired for eternity and more.

© Megan Wheeler 2007