Please Don’t Ejaculate Inside My Vagina

She opens her mouth. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. She tries to mouth something. At my blackened, coral-torn legs, at my shattered feet. Her sweet, girlish nose. She should know me. Her hair has a faded loveliness, pale as the moonlight. Something to distract her from the empty silence of the house that was now just hers. Not his anymore. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. She is soaked in sweat. Wide open, staring at me. His eyes shut, holding a picture of me. She looks feverishly around. What He did to me. I tell her my name. She should always know. I watch as her hidden eyes look down my body. How He slowly killed me. Her neck long; lined with the years but not that of the middle-aged woman that she is.