She's Possessed.

A ghost resides in her
Every evening he comes out
To run his hands along her spine
Examining each bruise
A trademark of misuse

At midnight he has made his way to her hips
Observing the way she moves
He nods his head, and approves
As his tongue sets her flesh ablaze

By dawn the bones in her body
They scream his name
The desire for the past, they proclaim

The first sign of dusk
He’ll begin his nightly procedure
Cleaning her veins of any hopes
of the future

A ghost resides in her now
A ghost that belongs to the past