Beauty Parlour

She minced his broken nails
And powdered them onto her skin
Behind the curtains
Not many could see.

She told him she was sampling his blood
She poured the velvety red into a can
Blood so smooth could only have been hers.

She spray painted hair
That carpeted the holes in her scalp
Many were able to see
Her wavy reds
Washing into her chest.

Many thought they heard her heart
When it was him knocking on his coffin.

She tried to steal herself back from him
But he bit through his coffin
And threw her in
Instead.