The sun torched my skins,
Warming my cold soul
As I soak in the pool.
Red droplets begin to discolor the water.
I glare at your paling body.
The blood is slowing draining from you,
Causing the pollution in the pool.
I let out a sigh,
I need to clean up this mess.
God, I knew I should’ve fed you to the farmer’s pigs.
The Paramour 