My vices
posed as virtue
dressed in silk
and smelling of roses
Flesh-wrapped
I was hollowed out
twisting persuasion
to suit my desires
and you were but clay
to be formed
You danced for me
with bloodied feet
as life once valued
diminished
I watched
with false amusement
wine glass in hand
our eyes met
your smile shrouding
your intentions
as the blade stung
my mascara dripped sockets
my blood
like holy water
washed away my sins
leaving a pool
on the floor at my feet
as you stood above me
my saviour
