Curtain Call

She tore me apart in a beautiful way;
on the stage of her sanguine cabaret,
she pricked me with thorns of a midnight rose
like she did in all the rest of her shows.
The audience grinned as she sliced my skin,
tearing my ribs, she revealed what’s within;
a still-beating heart that came to a pause
as the crowd grew loud with mighty applause.
Taking a match, her lips lined with lies,
she lit me aflame with a glint in her eyes.
“You did lovely, my dear,” she said with a smile.
I laid right there and I burned for awhile.