i.

They told me to describe the colour of my soul.

ii.

I tell them:

The absence of light when you were taken away.

iii.

The same colour as your pupils.

You threatened to slit my throat;

that same night you claimed my mouth as yours.

iv.

A pretty mouth of matte charcoal, 

fishnet stockings ripped at the base of cellulite thighs. 

The sickness that blackens my lungs.

v. 

Do you wish for me to go on?