viper

His fists wring out her tears.
Pounding, he erases pleasure, hope, and love from her limbs.
Pressed, forcing his way inside her, he dismembers her content and switches off life.
Blood leaks from all cracks inside such walls,

inside his nose rests the power to pull triggers.
he waits for her , not under the bed, but rather on top a visual monster

with verbal fangs before breakfast he breaks apart her shell as an egg in the pan.
The soft wimper escapes her mouth amist the bubbling.
he takes pleasure in such rancid taste.