and her delicate little throat splits open
under the knife like the petals of a flower,
revealing the thrumming colour within.

and her charming little wrists tremble hard,
and she’s so small on the stone slab,
so gentle and tiny that
your frozen heart crackles under the pressure.

(but it doesn’t affect you much after all)

and her darling little frame trembles
under the bite of the cold blade
and you do nothing,
let it sink into her skin
because this girl has been yours from the start
and it’s time for the world to pay up.