• A slew of words were thrown at me,

they said you held her and dance until the music stopped. Seven months ago I was draped in your arms under a skin that wasn't fitting to my bones. I needed and adjustment, and to you that meant infidelity was the glorified route. Little did I know that your blood stewed pure sacrilege. Your fingerprints left indents carved into my arms like callouses. I hope you're pleased with the cards you've been dealt.