Spare me your stares,

and excuse yourself from

using that same breathless

gasp—it’s becoming too

predictable—when I say:

Will you allow me to drape 

your long intestine around my neck?

It’s a part of the latest fashion and 

it will go great with the color of

my red wine-colored dress.

I heard it will make all those girls

with their little Prada handbags 

and Burberry scarves jealous.

You know? The same dress

that I will wear when you

tore my heart out of my chest.

It was loudly beating in your

hand when you said that:

“I like how I can’t see your

bloodstains when you strut

around in that dress.”

I swear that I will remember 

you forever if you allow to

style your long intestine

around my neck.