she thought she died
some hand ripped out her heart
left dots of blood in the center of her chest
sweet red, flowing like a river of perfume within her veins
the cycle of endless yearnings,
the sinful scent never left her breath
the two of her hands tied behind her back punished her for being badly - behaved,
mistaking her love as a crime

their arms were built of roses with thorns inside, they covered hers with...