Read me

Falling in Love with Death 

When you laid me
on your bed,
it felt like I was
being lowered into
my coffin.
Your lips were
the dagger
that killed me,
but your arms were
the tomb
that kept me.
You murdered me
when you made
love to me, and
the only thing
written on my
headstone was
“I loved you.”

[JW]
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