Very unique.

You have some wonderful imagery in this poem, and it's difficult to tell where reality ends and the metaphor begins, but it sounds this girl is murdering the dude or cutting him apart and then putting him back together into her own vision of what he should be like, or something.

Ooh, pretty. I like the image you paint with your words, saying that it was black and white before she came, then she entered and there were pink ripples on the surface of the water.

[Puke green] When I first saw this I was like "what?" Then I couldn't help but chuckle. Such a lovely color. And then it's followed by the words "to make it erupt", and suddenly I'm imagining a colorful spray of puke green and metallic red. Which for some reason I found rather amusing.

I liked this. I'm not familiar with the fandom, but it sounds like this woman is as beautiful as she is deadly, with the way it goes from colors to being literally breathing at the end. You did a good job with this. I think this is my favorite poem of yours that I've read so far. Keep up the good work.