WHAT YOU LIKED

pretty and pristine

            she sinks like a stone

every touch is a knife to the heart

the stomach

the lungs

            and she sinks

                        she crumbles to the floor

                                    your blood is on her hands

                                                on the knife

                        she drags a fingers 

                                    over the corner 

                        of her mouth

and she smiles

laughing

            again and again and again

                                                with tears in her eyes

                                                            she stands tall

                                                            a crimson splattered statue in white

she was pretty and pristine

            it’s what you liked