Where have you been?

When will you un-disfigure?

Malice beckons me like a drug,

Thorns and vines around my shadow.

You cannot make sense of me,

Your mind exposed, naked

Your organs on display, flesh and silky

Skin, 

Your very cells under my thumb.

I can see how I may be intimidating,

Your vulnerability, my sword

Sorting your thoughts, I file them into my 

Arsenal.

Give me the grounds for manipulation,

Deliver me the subject of my attack,

My possessed weapons;

If I get attention in no other matter, I shall inflict instead.

Tracing your ear with the knife coated in my tears,

Saturated in my agony,

You shall be as Brutus,

Killed with the very sword he inflicted on Caesar.

Can you laugh at me now?

Can you find my potential to be kinder,

More beautiful,

Better suited to your needs?

Can you, once I carve you from the inside out?

When I take your emotions and water them with my lividness,

The pain embedded in my pancreas, my liver, my kidneys;

Like an addict, it is a part of my being.

I want you to hurt,

Crave my touch and flinch away from it at once,

Vestigial goosebumps the subject of my desire.

If karma shall not act, 

I will be her understudy.