Heart

Posted: April 13, 2016 by bethanydk in BethanyK, Uncategorized

Please,

Take a picture of my heart,

put my binds in place.

Spill my guts,

clean it up.

Cry, sing, fly, into the snow storm in my withered heart,

so it’ll be enough for me to get by.

It glistens in the sunlight and makes me realize how my body reacts,

to this poison I’m drinking,

with a heart beat,

and lips.

My heart is still cold, but maybe,

just maybe,

this poison will make it hot,

like melting lava oozing out of a volcano,

just before, it splits into two halves,

again.

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