Blade breaks surface,
slices through flesh,
to deep in chest,
skillfully wielded by,
demonic servant.
Beneath ribs cage,
to intended target,
my heart,
my love,
my life,
my dreams,
my world,
her sick sacrifice.
God would not
stop her,
I could not
stop her,
her sick will be done.
So cold,
is her heartless heart,
but the fire down below,
will surely keep her warm,
warm,
warm.
Maybe even warmer
than her plans dictate.
