Object of Affection

Darling,
Eat my heart out.
That's all you seem to want to do.
So finish off your deed;
Cut me open and quit your murder's
Foreplay.
Leave a bloody void
Gaping in my chest.
The ribs become your
Chandelier.
As I am no longer human
Nor live.
Disfiguringly transformed into
The objects of d├ęcor.

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