K A L O P S I A

TEN

He was a genius
dedicated to his work
and he adored her

She was his muse
he revealed to her one day
after they had made love
he had designed a room just for her

Still naked
they walked to a once clean white room
on the fourth floor of his mansion

Inside was what could be described
as a bloody Jackson Pollock painting

Four naked bodies
were on the floor
mangled figures
spelling a single word

Love

Their blood splattered up the walls
on the carpet
against the ceiling

"Do you like it?"
his cold arms
wrapped around her naked form
his fingers glided down to the slick apex of her thighs

"Yes, I like it very much."
her voice was merely a breath
drowning in the pleasure
of his touch