Kale

I'm enamored by her beauty as I delve deep into her being,

Unveiling her ribcage, revealing the essence she keeps.

Everything within works in perfect harmony;

She has always been an ethereal work of art.

I reach inside, feeling every texture, every pulse,

To her very heart, laid bare, vulnerable, and exposed.

In this state, nothing is hidden from my gaze,

I appreciate her as she was meant to be known.

A part of me recoils at the thought of waste,

So I begin with the allure that drew me in

Cutting through arteries and ventricles,

Crimson spraying, an offering of life.

I taste her on my lips, a hunger awoken,

Yet I must savor, or all will be lost.

I gaze upon her heart as I begin to feast,

Feeling its rhythm linger beneath my hungry grasp.

Her tender flesh, forbidden yet sweet as nectar,

With every bite, I see her spark dim,

Her eyes once bright now shift toward me,

I will carry her essence with me, I will not let go.

I love her still, in this dance of creation and destruction,

It pops up randomly,

A question that needs to be answered,

Yet I know it doesn’t have an answer.

It’s rhetorical in nature,

Yet I feel the need to answer it,

To give closure, not just for you,

But for others as well.

To think that the love we sometimes accept

Isn’t healthy or beneficial is baffling.

We accept love from beautifully kind people,

And from horrific monsters.

Sometimes, we are blind,

Fully ignorant of who they show us they are.

We keep their visage in our minds,

As if no one else will love us as much as they did.

If they stayed in our darkest, lowest points,

Then who else will?

Who else will be the light

That guides us back to salvation as they once did?

Their delicate hands that once guided you

Are now bruising, making a mockery of you,

Yet you still hold on,

Thinking this is what you deserve.

It’s what you have to accept

In order to be a good person.

I've seen everything they've done to you,

Every word misspoken yet unspoken,

Every brutal action taken,

And every apology given.

If this is the love you think you deserve,

They say happiness is everything and we should stop at nothing to achieve it

Even if we have to kill, cheat, lie or sell our bodies

As long as we are happy, everything will be alright

She goes out at random times in the night and comes back in the mornings

Reeking of drugs and shame

I can smell the mixture of body sweat even from across the kitchen

I can feel the guilt hang heavy above her head as she refuses to look at me when she enters and heads towards the bathroom

I can hear her silently sobbing, I would knock but I’m scared of the consequences

Money is one of if not the only driving factor in happiness

It allows us to go on trips, buy exotic items and accessories

It allows for flowers and chocolates

However, we live in a rat race and barely have enough time to enjoy these commodities

We are so busy with work, it seems happiness is a lesser good compared to money

She never approved of working, so she took to the streets as it makes more money and she can enjoy herself in the daytime

After her morning shower she collapses onto the bed, not eating breakfast nor hydrating herself

Her family doesn’t know what she does

They think she’s faring well in life

They don’t know the horrors she faces every night like I do

They don’t see her like I do

It’s something new every night

Different races, different faces

Even different motives

Only the preying eyes remain the same for her

They feel her every way they possibly can

They defile her

She’s nothing to them except a form of pleasure

Something to use freely with no regret or regard for consequences

Yet, she always gets paid more and more

After every night she drags herself home where I reside and welcome her back

She used to cry into my arms and swear this would be the last time

She has gotten grayer lately

She seems devoid of color, devoid of life

I wonder if she even remembers her original goal of being happy