Say my name!

His heated staccato breath
beats its hot whispered
rhythm into her ear,
a flash of silver coldness
draws a new vein
on the tapestry of pink flesh,
releasing
broken images in its mirrored lens
of the bearers
portfolio
rapid -
jagged -
all haphazard.
Her eyes lose their lustre
as he thrusts
his final (call),
this is the very image
that her soul will recall.

Say my name……he whispers
as her life blows away.

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