Performance for the Devil’s pleasure

Pale fingers lace around a wrist;

Biting down hard on bleeding, violet lips.

A bruise has been placed on the inner corners of her thighs;

Lilies erupting from beneath her unblinking eyes.

Sand dollar shaped marks just above the collarbone;

Breast assaulted by fists as an ocean surface broke through by stone.

Mascara and tears run down like watercolor on a page;

He is an actor and she is his stage.