In the bed we made

Rose satin sheets, smooth under my fingers,

Nails bitten and bloody,

Cracked callus tips.

Broken lips,

Deranged thoughts,

Empty stomach, rotting bile.

I will haunt you,

In sleep,

My siren song screeching.

While awake

A shadow in your eye.

Take my words for gall,

For as God as my witness you will remember me,

As days still pass for you.

I will be there,

The day I will wait for.

There myself to rip your lungs, your heart and teeth.

There to rid you of humanity.

• Kit Evans