So pretty to look at, so perfectly sharp!
I was compelled to touch you–
You invited me to touch you,
Only to prick my innocent fingertip.
Crimson droplets dappled the snow, and you laughed
At my tears. “Why?” I cried. “Why?”
A cool prism, you glared at me,
“It’s your own damn fault, darling, you pressed too hard.”
I reached up for you and plucked you from your friends.
Craaack! A cold so hateful, I
Thought you might blister my pink palms.
But I held tight, squeezing you with both hands. You
Began to grow thinner and thinner. Then I
Was the one laughing as you
Drained away, running down my arms
And puddling at my feet. I used to love
You. You never loved me. Now you won’t hurt me