Potpourri

Sweet potpourri masking my body
It sits on my rugged skin like lotion
Never soaking into my cells
It covers the convulsing stench

My body chilling in a meat locker
Slowly frosting
My skin a sickly blue colour
Black like a long bruise

My mouth hangs open just a bit
My taste buds a sheet of placid plastic
Your tounge shoving near down my esophagus
Pant's zipped down near full

Forceful like your knife
With my blood frozen to  
Stained steel
Stealing me

The tears that bit down my breasts
Frozen