Chill before severing

Naked
he handles me
like a child with a ball
in a shop
full of antiques
priceless, breakable.

Naked
I scream inaudibly.
My night in shining
amour
come
save me.

Naked
I feel my blood coursing
through phantom limbs,
the ones he had
eaten
with great relish, not
because I tasted good
but because he loved
me.

Naked
I enjoyed how his
teeth tore through
my flesh. The ecstasy
of being consumed
by him
leaves me scarred
with his love

Naked
and cold.
Warm with grief.
Blue pain, stained
with love and burning
shame.