/ your eyes \

her nose was crooked

he had wanted to make her perfect

he had made her insecure

she had a lip ring

another one of his adventures 

“you’re too soft, for your own good.”

she had three cracked ribs

tripping down the stairs 

because she was dizzy

and not eating

“i will not take a fat bitch with me.”

she had a bruised cheek

a reminder that he was in control

besides “beauty is pain.”

her back was scarred

“don’t you dare try to run away again.”

her eyes had constellations in them

new-world galaxies, yet to be discovered

her eyes were perfect

but she still wore contacts

because she was scared

not of him

but of his actions

one piece 

one piece was all she asked for

one peice of her left unchanged

thin lines drawn upon her wrist

skillfully

a pool of blood around her

“martha winters was declared dead at 8:28 on February 2nd, 1987.”

he didn’t realize his love 

was the cause of her destruction