In My Hands Marie Helkenn quivering in my hands a heart cuts into my palms crystalline splinters of my shattered soul slicing capillaries in unison erythrocytes and leukocytes drifting away in a river of plasma the river drips to a puddle congealing on the dirt white floor staining
stains from the blackened void you left me a cross to bear and a bridge to burn the pearl white knight rides a scorched hell-beast a harbinger of the death of me of us of the “love” we shared and the pain you dealt
dealing pain like liquid cocaine tainting the innocent soul you so deftly annihilated seeping into the void oozing life from the wounds’ kisses like a bitter friend shrapnel pierces the heart you broke the heart quivering in my hands
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