As I slice this delicate fish to fry

I’m reminded of your

heartless lies.

Tearing the guts

in the manner you

tore at mine

I’m forced to sip red red wine.

Removing the fins

and lifeless eyes

I no longer question,

“Why?”

I mirthfully sip red red wine.

Slicing the head

the beautiful tail

I smile at you:—

Satisfied

you are dead.

Madly, I sip, sip, more red wine.