the taste of metal

i was just an ordinary girl and
i swear i did not notice falling
or the bruises on my arms.
i was too busy staring at the bubbles
in pink champagne and rubbing silk
between my smooth white thighs.

i never realized that the
modern urban fairytale
was breaking under its
cool granite surface and
the taste of metal
had ceased to remind me of sex
and more of blood.

i thought that i was laughing
and the tears disappeared so easily
soaked up by a soft tongue scented with caviar.
i was happy to follow your treasure trail
with the soft skin of my index finger
and slide my hand between the crevice.

i was always just an ordinary girl
who stole her jewellery and bit her nails,
who thought she imagined you wore a crown.
i promise i did not notice
that you were breaking my heart.