Lacy bras
Lounging bras
Lace on top of skin
Caressing the kisses
And the bruises
That your lover made

The blistered skin
From cigarette burns
Scattered in semicircles
Along your inner thighs
Chaff from the lace
Forming bloody droplets
That are tears
In your lover's eyes

Coconut oils rubbed
Into your hair
So you look put together
Even when your lover
Has torn the lace
And put their needs
Above your own

Foundation
Concealer
Blush
Lipstick
Your weapons
For when your lover
Has forgotten that
A fist does not replace
A kiss or touch

You make an effort
Dry the mascara
And chipped blood
From your lips
Your lover's laugh
Keeps you locked
In a hazed state
Filled with half consenting "yes's"
And hard liquor
With a side of pills
That your lover supplies

French lingerie
Torn like your dreams
While you lay in bed
Craving his essence
Cursing his hands
And the ring on your finger

Till death do us part