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She crushed the strawberry in her hands until it bled, crimson and wet against flesh.
And imagined that it was his red, softly beating heart.
And imagined that it was his red, softly beating heart.
Literature
Hollow Hearts
I used to be an artist,
But then, I used to be okay,
I think I used to feel, sometimes,
Though I'm mostly numb these days.
I have a heart carved in my wrist,
To remind me I'm alive,
But its presence just proves to me
Proves to me I won't survive.
I have 'This is me' carved in my leg,
In case I try to forget,
But the way it makes me feel so trapped,
It's something I regret.
I think I used to be an artist,
But then, I used to feel,
There was a time, so long ago,
That I once thought love was real.
Sketching hollow hearts in school books,
Slightly crooked, always red,
Today I went back, and I amended,
Wrote on each one that lov
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Loving You
Terrified and scared
emotions that never leave.
Pain and denial
feelings more like plauge.
destruction and blood
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the way of two hearts
he can't touch her distance
all the while
she ruminates on existence
commas
and non-dairy creamers
he just resides
on the edge of potential
long pauses
whole milk upbringing
she sees him, near-sighted
he acts in solid ways
rarely speaking, yet
reliable
and unaware lumbering grace
she just resides
on the peak support felt
in his rough hands
bringing her up, whole
they see. they are.
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The tone of the construction makes it all the more disturbing. It's rare for free verse in that it's actually poetic, in a dark sort of way. I can see why this wouldn't place, but it's still very well done. But if "she" refers to you, please get help. 