A classical case of ignorance,
Neglect, she said, was falsely accused.

Pitiful creature,
So delicate,
So fair.

What would scratch such pink, porcelain cheeks,
To see what lies beneath?
Haha,
Dear woman,
I would.

To see tears fall afterwards,
The salt to the wound, would bring me such everlasting,
Sanguine laughter,
The same sound that clogs her lungs through your smoke.

My beautiful sinner,
Fairest, most delightful of cutthroats,
Certainly she remembers that night,
Beneath the black canopy,
She remembers the misted red screams.

She loved it.

Such memories stretch thin wings,
To land on bare rocks,
Like pale, dusted bones.
Crack, and snapped,
As her feet carried her through the gaping doorway.

A slow sound of leaving,
The lament of the next morning's hangover.

What a night.

And then what became afterwards?
To put it simply,
I would have never guessed that I could be so

Frail.