Drops of Vinegar

My heart. Your toy.
You laugh at my pain
as you sharpen your tongue
for fresh slicing.
When you are done
it lays, pulsing,
open for your inspection.
Satisfied with the game,
your tears of joy fall
like drops of vinegar,
searing my wounds,
numbing like gunpowder,
toughening the tender cover
until my heart feels...
nothing.