Contentious days befalls truculent nights
Miscreant's lambasting begins endless fights
She remained an angelic beauty while those men remained beasts
Little do they know, their dead bodies became her succulent feasts

Vengeance drove her ambition, killing them became her analgesic
Who would've thought vengeance made her seraphic mind be sick
No longer she endures, yearns to cast off her grave trepidation
She turned them to siderials, starry sky speaks the attestation

She anatomizes her lifeless halves, she frolics and guffaws
Her depravingly mouth speaks, as she dissects her outlaws:

"I'll drink your pouring carmine blood as wine...
...those frosty eyes replaced as the refreshing ice
Your teeth will be mini mallows, ooh the shine!
Weird drink right? I forgot to mention any spice!

Your intestines, my necklace
Your ribs, I wear as a bralette...
... ribs amassed from my exes
Bruised ribs paints bra violet.

Perhaps, your intestines as a scarf
And your blood as my lipstick
Oh my, the smell might make me barf
But my thoughts are too twisted.

Treating your skin as paper, writing with my knife, uff pain!
Your fingers as the clock, ticking by
Your hair as sprinkles, and the tasty cake will be your brain
Sounds gross, I womder why..."

Whether it is their thighs, arms, nose, legs, spine, toes or calves...
...she pridefully ends by saying, 'I'm Wearing My Other Halves'.

© Nobonita R.