Heart torn apart; lying in a sad state of disrepair.
It's lustrous interior exposes shrapnel of us ;
woven brazenly into its succulent scarlet secrecy.
Unbelievably,
its warm, bleeding, beating mass lies
naked in my trembling hands.
Its vermillion gushing vitality, beckons my
pearly white teeth
to sink into the throes of its anguish and feel its meaty desolation,
the brine of its sorrow, between my teeth.










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