Enfermeria, part 2: The Incision

this is the perfect night for her,
a bottle of the most expensive
heartbreak no one
tastes on her lips.
the scent of whores; all lies.
can you love hate?
choke on this blade.
fuck knowing he’s doesn’t love,
the way you poison my drink with
your lust.
well what you need is not love.
still alive.