Bianca Madaffari Poetry

And I am awake, laying next to you.

Boiling sweat trickling down

the small of my back.

Each drop leaving a red trail

behind it.

My skin becomes singed and tight

as your fingertips trace

across the blade of my shoulder.

With your touch I can feel your pulse,

blood brewing inside your veins.

My skin is as hot as yours now,

I can see when I touch you,

the twinge in your eye.

You have taken me, every piece of me.

And I have sold myself-

my soul, to you.

You are mine, and I am yours.

And I am just like you now.

Evil.