I want you to suffer

maybe even die,

but I want it to happen

somewhere pretty.


Perhaps you suffocate on

the golden light

between the pines.


Perhaps you are ripped

limb from limb

by the diamond fractals of snow.


I don’t really care

how it happens,

As long as it does,

without the brittle

ugly of it all.


You see, my love,

I want you to be at peace

like me

slowly bleeding to death

wrapped in a thousand petals.