Murder, On Repeat (Poetry)

She has murdered me over and over
every night since she left
small stabs or deep
she keeps drawing blood
a long river of grief
and it’s like she intends
for the scene to go on
to get the most from
my punishment

I never imagined my baby was cruel
believed love was surely the miracle cure
and nurture would heal the inherited scar
but she fooled with feigned sweetness
that hid the hard edge
and I failed to see through it
for the clues were all there

So she used me then killed me
repeating the act
and showed no regret and a bone-chilling lack
of remorse — so unfeeling
that I shudder anew
every time the thought pierces
and its blade runs me through

No end to the torment
she will murder again
and again and again
night brings the memory
and with it comes the pain
she’s my death in instalments
and a weapon by name