Daughter

Blood-stained satin, and rubber gloves,
these are the remnants of our twisted love.
The embodiment of need, the outcome of greed,
it is so visual here after the deed.
Teeth-marks, and clumps of hair,
reminders of the hate we share.
I'd eat you alive if you'd let me you fuck--
You'd never eat me, and so is my luck.
Red-rimmed eyes, and opaque skin,
tips unto the state we're in.
Bruises and brush-burn,
and now it is your turn.
Hit me harder, our souls are sautered.
Just please remember, I am someone's daughter.