He dressed her in velvet,

His little rabbit.

He coveted her sweetness.

She was his drug habit.

 

Bloody kisses  bite her lip

But it's ok, he loves her right?

His perfect partner, perfect wife,

Slap her nearly every night.

 

Takes her out in his expensive gift.

He chose it, she must wear it,

She feels embarrassed, tarted up,

Don't say it, touch-paper lit.

 

Another row, another smack,

It's just a dress, a lovely gift,

Shut up, put up, love up.

Can't stop it's all adrift. 

 

The velvet feels so stiff,

A stained and soiled bloody cloak,

A shroud of passion wrapped around.

Delicate skeleton clearly broke.

 

Spirit gone,

Her fight has left,

Empty eyes cry tears of joy,

Another gift she must enjoy.