Flawed Kalopsia

i | barren

i sit there,

admiring my handiwork,

it wasn't torture,

i swear it wasn't,

it was just some kind of catharsis

maybe the woman in front of me was just weak,

a little too fragile perhaps?

it was her fault for her astriferous eyes,

such a supernal being,

so bewitching

the first touch,

running my hands through her windswept hair,

gripping her bottom as if she'd drift away,

crashing my lips on her cracked, barren ones,

fuck- she's beyond resplendent

maybe it was along the merging of our petite bodies,

or maybe the admiration of her smooth curves,

my temptations took over me,

and before I knew it,

i was gripping her lovely, slender neck

and now she sits on a old, creaky chair,

staring back at me,

lifeless eyes,

barren lips,

beautiful, dark crimson adorning her pale face,

accompanied by a vast variety of scars and bruises,

ah, still so beautiful,

she might be a little decomposed,

perhaps a little dislocated,

but it doesn't matter,

she's mine to keep.